Life….moving….living

My many meanings
Daffodils the emblem of my days
Yellow for hope.
My husband makes me laugh in spring
Endearing in my heart
He plants the bulbs and covers them,
I know his “daffodil dance” well,
Drops his knickers and dances about
In a supreme joyous abandon.
Clockwork each spring they pop up
To bring a shine in my eye
Grateful for each day I have.
Eight years ago a pin was
Bestowed upon me,
A poem attached
From a friend.
The symbol of hope, blooming year after year,
To represent enduring strength
And renewal.
It represents achievement over challenge.
A symbol for the precious miracle of life.

I am one of the many
Faces of cancer.
Everyone has been touched in some way by this word.
I applied eight stickers to my face,
One for each year I count myself as a survivor.
So,spring is especially meaningful to me,
Rebirth of the nature that surrounds me.
My yellow daffodils of hope….I bought a small cut bunch
Yesterday for the kitchen to jump start my joy,
I see them sitting on the counter
As the snow falls beyond the window.
Life, renewal, hope.
That is what I am all about,
This is me
And there is a whole day ahead of me,
Over and over again,
I send you a smile,
I bestow my love and hope to this world,
I gave you my daffodil
A gift to keep or pass along.

Treasures

I collect things
Little things
They catch my eye
Something special
A piece of driftwood
Pulled from a cloudy swollen creek
I wonder where it had been before.
Shells, shark teeth, sea glass
And a shiny fishing hook
Found in Venice beach
A beautiful sunny day
A momento
A reminder
Of a perfect moment
A piece of sun
On a now cold day.
A silver cup
Antique find in a Carolina store
The lion so strong
Now filled with eucalyptus
A scent which brings comfort.
A shiny compact
Aquarius design
Holding a mirror and drying remains
Of a powder never used.
I see no use for much makeup
I wear no mask
I am myself,
This gift from a bonding moment
During chemo,
Given to be prettier
A makeup bag all given away
Because at the worst of time
I still had to be just me.
No wig, rarely a scarf
Just plain old me
And that made me happy.
But this silver box,
I had to hold it
Not given away
Something that is a reminder
Of that day
As I sat with Mom
Learning to apply makeup
To a red puffy swollen face
You see my mom,
Her zodiac sign is Aquarius
And this is my treasure
My reminder of a pure moment
Of mother daughter love
Through a hard time.
My gift
Kept close to the heart.

bubble

I see it in there
So tiny
Floating
Inconspicuous closer closer
I am terrified
I don’t think the cancer will kill me
I know this will
My teacher in middle school
Told us you can kill someone
Inject air in the vein directly
Heart attack
Death
It is moving
The nurse talks to my mother
Stupid talk
Wait wait
You are going to kill me
Excuse me is this okay?
Hey lady, see that bubble
Won’t that kill me?
She laughs a soft gentle laugh and
Taps the line
Gone
Somewhere
But where?
My fear
The one thing we cannot live without will be my
Undoing
Air
Bubble
Floating in the red poison
Searching me out
Taking me the easy way
As the fighter refuses
To quit
So soon.