Metastasizing Sorrows And Hope.
I sit in wonder and sadness surrounded by women sharing what's lovely and tragic. Both the gleams of hope in their eyes and the glint of despair in their souls. Rushing to and fro heads wrapped in turbans to cover the naked skin. Long tresses burned away by chemo all dressed in the blush of pink the color of healthy cheeks denied. Survivors bearing the weight of victims names pinned to their backs marked for those beneath markers now. Crooked smiles and mastectomy scars etched on their flesh they bravely struggle against the inevitable postponing the finish in a Race for the Cure. Decked out in pink loops that resemble the eternal ankh adorning their hats and lapels as they gather for the run, Many from last year no longer here their spirits flutter in the banners that sail along the pathway to the starting line. Where once fullness bounced against their straining chest emptiness now lightens their dash. No one really wins until the finish brings a cure a treadmill of doctors and fearful prognosis await them at the end. Yet still they come in the pink of an early dawn, they line up by thousands and then begin the long rush from mortality. Undaunted they cross the finishline to hugs of comfort and appointments yet to keep another year...another race another day of sunshine on their upturned face. New drugs to try and always a chance that this year the money will bring some perfected treatment that will carry them to the next run. Not as a name on a memory sheet but in the flesh legs raised high feet pounding the pavement towards futures worthy of chasing. Peace to all who have had to come abreast of death and emerged today victorious..... Godspeed on your paths ahead. <>< <>< <>< <>< ><> ><> ><> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8a-rC2B9lHA A Tribute In Memory of Denise Moebius.
- Verse 1. She would have been here today giving comfort and cheer sharing hugs and hopeful words like she did every year it was a task she embraced with a smile on her face as she continued her chase towards that Race for the Cure that you’ll all have to face verse II But her family is here In this place she once graced, marking the second year she’ll be missing this date, and their asking that you help them commemorate their most precious loved one before you start towards that gate by wearing a tribute made for you to help touch on the life and the loves of Denise Mobeius Chorus I Just a small piece of jewelry That her kin had made for ya, Something she always wore When she stood here before ya, Her most favorite race hat, A hot pink fedora. Verse III Though her hat now sits empty it’s inspired a pin for each survivor to wear As you struggle to win, both this race and those battles you still carry within Its crown’s indentations, Bear testament too The end of her expectations, So it’s fitting that you Pay her a tribute by wearing Her hat in this race, Just a tiny replica that lets her take her place, if not in flesh then in spirit in this symbol you’ll don among all those she loved before she had to move on… Chorus II Some where far, far……….beyond what any survivor knows of but all those who went before ya, Will be smiling from above At each little pink fedora… Remembering one whose missed much Made for you to help touch On the lives and the loves Of Denise Mobeius….. Each hot pink fedora, Remembers one whose missed much made for you to help touch on the memories and kindness of Denise Moebius. ©-2015- all rights reserved
Patty's Song~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3 (Patty was my cousin who was in her third bout of breast cancer, and who lost a brave battle on Sunday August 5th, 2007. She spent much of her time dying helping others who were dying to live. Please get checkups regularly, and do self exams to avoid what she had to endure for so long.) She was such a bright flower, amidst sharp thorns of grief, She meant so much to Howard, in her lifetime so brief, She ran Races to find Cures, chasing hopes she’d be saved, Balancing her daily duties, with her charitable ways, But it’s goodbye to Patty because her last race was run, though she didn’t get better, at the finish she won, Her death was heroic, with all the work she had done, helping all those that fate set, on the paths she’d begun. Never fond of the darkness, at death’s curtain she fought, Yet I’m sure at her passing, she found cures that she sought. In the pink clouds of glory, amidst the angels above, All her cancer was banished, in the warmth of God’s love. So it’s farewell to Patty from all her friends by her side who helped and ran with her, till the day that she died, in efforts most worthy of, praise this poet can’t write, They stayed with her until she went into the light. Patty’s death left great lessons, on how to touch many lives, With kindness and sharing, so that strong memories survive. How to face our departure, with huge courage and hope, to ignore death unselfishly, while helping others to cope. This is my tribute to Patty now, because her last race was run, And though she never got better, at the finish she won. Now she waits on the other side, with a smile on her face, Asking God to heal all those, running in the next race.