Your chest is asymmetrical. Of course, you know that. It is your breast that is missing. Your hair is growing back and I wonder if it will change color. You have handled this far better than many of us. Thank you for taking care of us when we should be taking care of you. I think that is how it works. At least that is the pattern I see. Your chest is asymmetrical and a breast is missing. I am glad though, that you are still you. Do you cry at night and when you are alone? Maybe you laugh much as you do in public. Such is a private thing and I shall not pry. Perhaps you will die. Maybe you will live long and hearty. I don't know. Whatever, I know you will push and shove and feed and relish each moment, each small thing. But, should not we all?
I know this will touch some people, perhaps cause some tears and pain. I am not one to deny feelings nor the truth. This poem is for myself and for my friend. It is also for you.