Whatever you call them <br />breasts or twins <br />they precede us <br />and divert looks <br />or maybe attract none. <br /> <br />All life suckles there <br />heads lay there <br />babies drink. <br /> <br />I remember at 13, <br />their nuturance <br />and that single wish <br />they'd grow. <br /> <br />Push-ups I admit, <br />I tried to hurry along the process, <br />but such mixed feelings there. <br /> <br />Mine grew <br />My sisters didn't. <br /> <br />They got the attention <br />I didn't; <br />my sister got interest <br />in her <br />and not them. <br /> <br />They hang <br />a little more now <br />than I like; <br />sister and I <br />hug <br />and they <br />bow- <br />between us. <br /> <br />she has one less <br />cancer-stricken; <br /> <br />and I have the love <br />she needs; <br />sister bonds; <br />us; <br />one is not missed.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tale-of-two-breasts-anna-s-story/
