Poem

Faerygirl

I wrote this poem just days after my Mastectomy when I was feeling insecure and uncertain about my femininity.

Bump in the road
I hit a bump, an almighty thump,
That began with the discovery of a lump.
It was lump verses life,
So I went under the knife.
Which left me bereft,
With a dent on my chest.
My lover, my friend,
Told me it's not the end.
He loved me for me and not just my Tit,
He loved my heart, my soul my wit.
I realized then, he would stay by my side.
And together we would conquer this cancer ride.
17th August 2017  

Zoffiel

Trickle flood
Breath and blood
A new battlefield
Gasp for breath
Hope for best
Only time will tell.

Faerygirl

Wow! Kindred spirit...

primek

I wrote this 2 days before and read out at a farewell party.

Oh to me Tits

You appeared at 9 which was a bit of a shock

I spent a great deal of time trying to hide you in floraly frocks

But by Seventeen

You quite liked to be seen

And I’d dress you up in  leather and lace and even velventeen

But  trouble you were, given several drinks you see

Who would had thought that you’d like to appear unclad, unhidindered and free

Freedom was fun – wearing bikinis in the sun and tank tops, low tops and cleavage always won.

By 29 your time had come to shine

A baby was born, a hungry baby who claimed they were mine

And eat he did, 2 hourly stints I not kid

And he grew and grew and so did you

By 31 your time wasn’t done

Another baby was born and so was wanted by more than one.

You fed him too

till he was almost two

one would have thought that was all you could do

But that wasn’t to be and by 33

a surprise baby was presented to thee

This baby was hungry indeed and drank and drank until there was nothing of thee

But grow he did and so proud you’d be that your purpose was known and it didn’t matter of the changes you see.

By 35 we said Goodbye to the restraints that held you in place.

Seven years you fed and nurtured but fashion couldn’t keep pace

So Replaced you see

with pretty lace on thee,

although a great deal of support was needed still

For recover you didn’t, shrinking back didn’t happen

but bones and wire enabled a fill

So life went on and even though changes were upon

You remained forefront of anything worn.

Necks became sore, hands sometimes numb and so the fun of cladding sadly no longer won.

But cuddle worth you had, and sensational times weren’t too bad (nudge nudge wink wink)

and help given to the husband for his arthritis.

A prefect fit, warm and soft of it

A stress ball was never needed.

But by 51 you felt your time was done

and you couldn’t keep up with the right pattern

Mistakes were made and changes happened.

But true to your word you didn’t hide that you were tired

and revealed all to ensure you needed to be retired

So your time has come to provide research for some

A memorial will be built for your memory

But we will not forget,

the fun and love and naughtiness yet

And thankyou for being the centre of envy.

PatsyN

@primek - What an ode to your breasts, I started out laughing and ended up crying.
You have touched me, I feel more connected because of your poem, even though my breasts have never been a feature.
There is a grieving that is inexplicable to me but your poem has made it easier for me to understand.

primek

Thankyou @PatsyN