Wife hasn't got breast cancer,
It was just a lump. Told her
Before hand it doesn't matter to me
It's just a piece of skin
I will always love her
No matter what
Then I wrote this
There are two cups.
His and hers,
Filled with love.
One for her,
One for me.
One with tea,
One with coffee.
On her breast.
Where I like to rest,
She has to cups.
Kids grown up.
Both for me,
Yippee.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-01-17 at 01:35
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It was just a lump. Told her
Before hand it doesn't matter to me
It's just a piece of skin
I will always love her
No matter what
Then I wrote this
TWO CUPS
In our kitchen,There are two cups.
His and hers,
Filled with love.
One for her,
One for me.
One with tea,
One with coffee.
On her breast.
Where I like to rest,
She has to cups.
Kids grown up.
Both for me,
Yippee.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 124 times
Written on 2023-01-17 at 01:35
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