A week after her mastectomy, my wife cries
for her breast lost, a few tears, but not many,
and says she looks lopsided, but I am so glad
to have her back with the cancer gone, I barely notice.
It is my wife looking up at me, the same person
she was before, a little less full on the left side,
but present and accounted for. I feel like crying myself.
copyright Frank K., September 2008
Cross-posted to Just Enjoy Him.