First, I was one with you
And then a separate entity;
They bridged the gap.
To me,
They were always so much more than soft tissue,
Glands and fat and ducts.
They fed me,
Kept me alive in this world—
Not just sustenance, but love.
When I learned the world could be mean,
They were a soft, safe place
For me to rest my head.
And they are still—
When you welcome me home with open arms,
And pull me close to embrace.
Will it feel different? When I hug you?
Maybe,
But the solace will feel the same.
It’s not your breasts, after all,
That are the embodiment of unconditional love;
It’s you who is.
I love you, Mom.
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Beautiful and true to our hearts.
So much love to you, Tosha! Can’t wait to meet up when this storm passes.
This makes me cry from the beauty of your words Allie and the beauty and love in the photo but your ❤️……
Lots of tears in the writing of this poem, too. I decided they’re a reflection of the love!
Hi there dear Allie. You have here your third grade teacher. ❤️ to you!
I noticed your talents about the first week of school. I have a solid feel that your Mother will stay strong and results will be favorable. I so admire your love and know your mother feels it too.
Keeping the faith,
Donna Harlow
Mrs. Harlow! Thanks for your comment! I have such fond memories of your classroom. It was warm in every sense of the word. We are lucky to have many survivors to look towards! I know your story brings my mother peace, hope, and strength! Sending much love to you and Mr. Harlow!
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