The Pink Ribbon Reminds Me...

The pink ribbon reminds me of something painful you see.

It holds the memories of what was taken from me.

It reminds me of that day; my mother was taken away.

"I love you" are the last words she will ever hear me say.

The ribbon represents the shadow of a ghost.

In my mother's case, her breast was the host.

As her days grew short with no answer in sight.

I would have given up my life it would have helped her win her fight.

To win the fight to carry on another day,

And to also grow old and watch her grandchildren play.

Each stage of the disease much more painful than the last.

Wanting and waiting for all of it to past.

There is a very small chance for anyone to beat this beast.

After the last treatment she could barely stand on her own; much less enjoy an elaborate feast.

So when I see this ribbon it brings back all the pain.

My eyes begin to water, and down my face comes the rain.

You ask me to wear this day after day,

But I can't because the heart stands in my way.

How much can I do to prepare?

What difference is made because of the ribbon I wear?

None that my eyes can see my mother's still not here to hold and comfort me.

I weep for all the pain she had to bare.

I weep for all the days that we will never share.

All because of a puzzle with no answer. A puzzle we all know as cancer.

We Still Must Smile...

The poem above captures most of the emotions that I felt pertaining to losing my mother to cancer.