A Rite of Passage
I am on the precipice.
With my 30’s quickly drawing to a close.
My best years yet to come.
And so I spent part of my morning in a robe that opened in the front.
Still dressed from the waist down.
A base-line “portrait”
Of the breasts that have nourished my babies.
Thank You, God, for technology.
For health insurance.
For gentle hands.