She sits in her chair
needles moving in and out with rhythm
only she hears as her tired hands feed
her purple hat of love.
Her hair falls out piece by piece
until she shears it into emptiness
falling at her feet she knows it will return
someday once more.
Six long months as the winter snow falls
she wears it as she stands beneath the skies
her universe swirling all around her
but her faith guides her forward.
Where has that time gone she wonders
as she tucks the cap away with one last breath
she smells the clean fresh scent
no longer reminiscent of the poisons it once caught.
Reminders of years long gone
and no longer in use it waits patiently
her reminder of love woven into each loop
by her mother’s hand,
she is strong now and free of the murderous cells
and yet she still wonders her purpose
as she writes in the darkness
her hands moving on keys
keeping rhythm to the sound only she hears
as her lullaby to yesterday plays out
and she smiles for she is blessed
and she has not forgotten
the purple hat or all of the love sent
to her through the years.
Reminiscing earlier as I was in a thrift store I saw a cap similar to one my mother made me back when I had cancer. I still have the hat my mom made but was surprised I couldn’t recall the year I went through chemo, was it 9 or 10?years ago? and then thinking it really doesn’t matter for it too (the cancer) was a gift, enabling me to begin writing once more, to look at life much differently and with a peace and joy in my heart, and in knowing there was a higher purpose for me, that I had things to do. Chemo began after Christmas and lasted into June….so long ago, but really in the big scheme of things, such a short bit ago.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 