Tale Of Two Breasts-Anna's Story Poem by Lonnie Hicks

Whatever you call them
breasts or twins
they precede us
and divert looks
or maybe attract none.

All life suckles there
heads lay there
babies drink.

I remember at 13,
their nuturance
and that single wish
they'd grow.

Push-ups I admit,
I tried to hurry along the process,
but such mixed feelings there.

Mine grew
My sisters didn't.

They got the attention
I didn't;
my sister got interest
in her
and not them.

They hang
a little more now
than I like;
sister and I
hug
and they
bow-
between us.

she has one less
cancer-stricken;

and I have the love
she needs;
sister bonds;
us;
one is not missed.