MARI MAXWELL
Upon Reflection They took your leg To save your life. No longer viable, they said.
They took my breasts. One cancer journey, and yearly threats, pokes and squeezing. I gave them up. Willingly.
Now we can balance each other, hold each other up, I said. It’s not the same, you said. No mom. It is not.
© Mari Maxwell 2020 December Volume One POETRY & WRITING © liveencounters.net