A Pink Ribbon For Mary
It's October again and sorrow is shown in tears, wear pink-shaped hearts
to honor and remember anyone who has lost the long battle as Mary,
or still hangs on feeble breath surrendering to treacherous and fierce destiny;
it's the modern Black Death that kills helpless women in the thousands.
I'm wearing a pink ribbon for Mary, a sister deeply loved,
her courage was fought with her happy song by ignoring pain;
beautiful Mary, even angels cried lots of tears making their eyes red;
you called on death to end your suffering and flee to blissful Heaven.
Your choice was to either lay in bed and have hope for a cure that wasn't promising,
or think of that distant place where painful screams and tears didn't exist;
it didn't take long for you to reach it by chasing the scarlet sunset heading West:
and speaking your final words, " Mother is waiting for me, her joy is overwhelming"
Entered in Poet Destroyer A's Contest,
" Pink October #2
written by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
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