Thank God, I've still got the 'heart of me',
So if I had to lose a part of me,

A Breast was a good thing to lose-
It didn't help me to walk,
Nor help me to talk,
Nor did it help me to think and choose.

I need my feet and legs to take me places,
And my eyes to view my loved ones' faces;
My hands are nice so I can type and write,
And my arms let me hug with all my might;

If I lost my voice, I couldn't talk or sing
Expressing myself means everything!
Three cheers for my ears
It sure means a lot to hear my dears.

Kissing needs a good pair of lips,
And for cooling hot bouillon and taking some sips;
How bad off would you be without a tongue?
-No tellin';

I need my skin to hold me in
It even houses my double chin,
And it also accommodates a lot of fat
If I'd had my druthers I'd got rid of that!

But, I can try extra hard and still be cute
I just won't wear a double-breasted suit.
Many, many years I had that breast,
So excuse me if I feel undressed.

Dear Breast, so long with me you abided,
No wonder that I feel lopsided
But about your loss I will not ponder,
Your absence will make my heart grow fonder.

-Hazel Craddock