in silly trends, catchy ideas...
we forget what we're doing might be fun,
but not really all that helpful.
when i think of breast cancer,
that awful disease
it is a thief, stealing away life and vitality
from those we love and cherish.
and sometimes, i wonder
what can i do? how can i help?
could i make a difference?
but what makes a true difference is not
the posting of my bra color,
crude slogans that demean women,
obscure messages about where i like my purse....
a listening ear
a shoulder to cry on
a heart that cries with them
buying things that support research
helping find a cure.
the flowers that adorn my dresser
pink and white daisies
my husband brought home to me.
the profits go toward helping in the fight
and he smiles as he tells me...
a gift for both his wife, now present
and his grandmother, who fought breast cancer,
whose memory will never be truly gone.