Metastasizing Sorrows And Hope.

New Race For The Cure pin designs(c)-2006
New Race For The Cure pin designs(c)-2006
one of 1,500 pins I designed
one of 1,500 pins I designed
No two alike, each a unique lady
No two alike, each a unique lady
Handed out to the runners in the race in the tenth Anniversary- 2003
Handed out to the runners in the race in the tenth Anniversary- 2003
A high donor pin- 500 made for donations over $500.00 and a participants pin from Artwhimsically Yours Studio
A high donor pin- 500 made for donations over $500.00 and a participants pin from Artwhimsically Yours Studio

Metastasizing Sorrows And Hope.

All Jewelry images above-(c)-2003 by A.Y.Studios-MFB III-all rights reserved

I sit in wonder
and sadness
surrounded by women
both 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
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
come abreast of death
and emerged today victorious.....

Godspeed on your paths ahead.

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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 daily duties,
with her charitable ways,

But it’s goodbye to Patty now,
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 the cure 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 now,
God bless her pals who tried
each supported 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 up 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.

Thus 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 each of those,
running in the next race.

(c)-2007-MFB III- for Patty.

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