Whatever you call them

breasts or twins

they precede us

and divert looks

or maybe attract none.

All life suckles there

heads lay there

babies drink.

I remember at 13,

their nuturance

and that single wish

they'd grow.

Push-ups I admit,

I tried to hurry along the process,

but such mixed feelings there.

Mine grew

My sisters didn't.

They got the attention

I didn't;

my sister got interest

in her

and not them.

They hang

a little more now

than I like;

sister and I

hug

and they

bow-

between us.

she has one less

cancer-stricken;

and I have the love

she needs;

sister bonds;

us;

one is not missed.