Simple Math

This was hastily scribbled on a piece of paper at work. My intention was to punch it up a little and add to it, but I thought the original imperfection of the piece suited the subject matter......

You talk of imperfection; the subtle signs of a life fully lived, the calling card of motherhood eternally stamped, a beauty mark no scar could ever taint.
I see nothing but simple math; the sum of all your parts combined to melt my frozen heart.