Poem: Mastectomy, by Shirley McClure



You get given
certain things in twos –

love-birds, book-ends,
matching china tea mugs-

and even though
on any given morning

it is all you even think of
to hook one fine china

top designer
duck-blue tea-mug

from your dry beech
draining rack

to boil and pour and stir
and watch Darjeeling towers spiral;

there are still the days
when there is company for breakfast,

and on these fine mornings
let me tell you

it is good to know
that there are two

extra special, same but different
unchipped breakfast blue mugs

made to grace
your table.

(More poems & information from Shirley here >>>)


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