Eulogy

I looked at my face
In the small space
Of the shower stall,
Looking shapely and tall.

I lifted my gown
Up over my head
The twins hung down
Seemingly defeated.

I thought to bring a cheer,
Wiped away the tear.
“You enjoyed your heyday
Why look so grey?”

Admiration from my Beau
Was partly you.
A symbol of Femininity
Indebted to you, is Humanity.

You nourished my babies.
Blissful are the memories.
Baby’s face lit like the moon
Suckling till it did swoon.

Like a well-fed kitten it did peek
Milk flowing down its chubby cheek.
This visual I shall save
And take it to my grave.

Forgive me, though not my fault.
One of you goes by default.
You were born with me.
You may not go with me.
 
I enter the cold interior
Of the operating theatre.
Surgeons masked and ready
For my Mastectomy.