My breast is needed,
But sometimes rejected.
When my rival 'cancer'
Visit's my abode.
She gives me a lump,
And change of breast
Just to feel her presence.
My breast is in trouble.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When my rival 'cancer' Visit's my abode.. ohhhhhh dear poetess. i was sad to read your poem and i feel with you. i thought of my mother who died of cancer.... u are not alone in this world who suffer dear poetess. prayers for you rise from my heart. you will be healed.. be sure. pray in faith.. tony