Waiting tables, dyeing textiles, separating goats in heat
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My late breast was a model citizen:
humble, honest, kind. She gave
to her community, always erring
on the generous side. I never knew
her to shy away from a challenge.
If there was a need, you could count
on my late breast to show up.
She leaves behind two children
and a husband, who each adored her
in their own ways, and a lifetime
of loyal friends. She is survived
by her devoted twin, for whom
life hasn’t been the same.
My late breast loved the beach.
She loved the mountains, desert,
forest. Being close to nature gave
her joy. She’s been gone now
fourteen years, but not a day passes
that she isn’t sorely missed.