RADICAL MASTECTOMY
by
Cindy Taylor
I brought her home
and
The flowers came
From far and wide
For her
Shorn, severed body
lying
In our marriage bed
Iwouldn’t couldn’t didn’t
When she said
“touch me”
… that devastated landscape …
What
About
Me?
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Cindy Taylor ~ Cindy is a freelance writer, a poet, editor and proofreader. She has an abiding passion for food and wine and an endearing zeal for life, which she shares with us on her award-winning food blog, The Only Cin. Cindy lives in Johannesburg, South Africa with her husband, daughter, and a fine cast of animal friends. Judging from photographs, she has a world-class kitchen and an abundance of red shoes.
This touches such a chord, Cindy – beautifully done
My mother had the same. I was always aware of the ‘disfigurement’ but she was always so elegent and pretty.
This has moved me. I really don’t have the words…
Just thank you so much for sharing this.
I am sorry your friend lost her battle, Amy. It is time to shave my head again, my friends are not doing well.
Cin’s poem reminds me of my friend, Vivian, who showed me her nipple-less chest. “You know what is remarkable?” she said. “The sensuality and sensitivity is still there.”
Twenty four years later, after thinking she was safe, she died on July 3rd, 2010 of brain and throat cancer.
It’s radical in a lot of different ways…
Gayle
Thanks for another poem, Cindy.
Jamie
I like the poem but it makes me angry and sad.
There is so much truth and pain in this. beautifully written, Cindy.