Kim Rodrigues Poet Rhyme

Breast of Roses

Breast of roses where her femininity used to be.
A scent of blossoms milled out by mastectomy.
The clippings praise and curse at the same time.
Her petals falling, weeping, assaulted, past prime.
Not fair…not the way she wanted to lose weight.
She ambles, learning to walk with this offsetting gait.
They were ample, with a perfect curvature, round.
She used to complain…now her buddies can’t be found.
With this primeval bouquet she’s not lost her life.
She’s more alive then ever after she’s been under the knife.
She’s a different scent, more vibrant with the love of her life.
He’s learned that what he would truly miss is his wife.

10/19/2022

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Michelle Faulkner October 21, 2022 at 1:10 PM This sounds so painful to go through, but yet to still find you are you, and the last line so sweet, that shows what real love is~ Kim Rodrigues October 21, 2022 at 1:50 PM Thanks, Michelle!

Gershon Wolf October 19, 2022 at 5:43 PM I like the way you've portrayed a difficult subject, Kim. -- Masterfully, I'd say! Thanks, Gershon Kim Rodrigues October 19, 2022 at 7:34 PM Thank you. I appreciate that.

Victor Buhagiar October 19, 2022 at 1:42 PM Not a pleasant situation. Surely there are ways and means to rectify the situation. Kim Rodrigues October 19, 2022 at 3:20 PM Sometimes. A husband that loves his wife surely loves her even when beloved parts of her are missing. My husband’s half-brother’s wife had a mastectomy. He loves his wife more (as it should be).