Mint was her first, a bow on a bonnet,
Lilac adorned her silk Christening gown,
Blue belted a costume, Queen Antoinette,
The velvet one in her journal was brown.
Seven purples she won for spelling bees,
Orange gave her dorm curtains a lift,
White clasped a bouquet sent by destiny,
Silver she fingered on wrapped, wedding gifts.
Yellow she added to an heirloom cradle,
Turquoise she tied around his teddy bear,
Black reserved a pew for her dad’s funeral...
Then chemo-red* saved a last strand of hair.
Ribbons she’s worn, as a girl then a wife,
The pink one she now wears celebrates life.
*Chemotherapy is often red-toned
Dedicated to Evelina Sanchez, an angel I was fortunate enough to work with for two years. She retired and discovered she had breast cancer. She beat the beast that took her breast! We lost touch and I tried to find her, worrying that the monster had returned. Just ran into her last month (plans to get together!) She is now in her seventies and is as fit as a fiddle! Take that cancer!