Saturday, September 5, 2009
Saturday....5 days to surgery
You know I wouldn't wish this Breast Cancer on anyone but let me tell you the gifts and love and Aha moments are wonderful. You really understand the importance of slowing down and smelling the flowers. I held my two week old niece Anna yesterday, after her Mother fed her she went to sleep on my chest. I wondered how it would feel afte they take the breast. The bosom the warm place to have a head rest. The baby felt wonderful, sleeping there. I didn't think of her on my breast but felt her on my heart. Her older brother whose two was supposed to come over for a swim and he chose not to. Had he come I would have splashed around in the pool with him and missed the opportunity of getting to know Anna. She is soft and sweet fine strawberry hair and lots of it. She yawns, smiles in her sleep and I see my sister Judy in her. Was a beautiful present delivered by the Stork.
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Been thinking of you today. Glad you has a nice day.. nothing can compare to holding a baby. Enjoy the rest of your day Sue!
ReplyDeleteYou are a Woman; Phenomenally, That's You!
ReplyDeleteBreasts Don't Make a Woman~
This Poem is for you Susan <3
God Bless on Wednesday~
Love you tons!
Kim C.
Phenomenal Woman By: Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.