I Wear A Pink Ribbon

I dedicate this poem to my mother. I love you Mom!

I Wear A Pink Ribbon

By Kimberly R. Harris

A silent killer with no face.

A thief within the night.

A constant battle for my life

A bitter evil fight.

The scars remind me of the day

It knocked at my souls door.

It tried to rob me of my strength

It left me on the floor.

To survive, I had to sacrifice

My Breast and even my hair

It showed no pity as it snatched

These things without a care.

I started to give up my fight

I felt I could take no more

Then God reached down and

Gently picked me up off the floor.

He wiped my face and blew my nose

Just like my mama use to do.

He said don't cry my child

For I have things in store for you.

I did not bring you all this way

to leave you high and dry.

I love you and you are my child

So hold your head up high.

There is nothing that I cannot fix,

No pain I can't erase.

Have faith and know that I am here

There is nothing you can't face!

So then I threw my hands up high

And gave God all his praise!

For my soul has been uplifted

And my SPIRIT has been raised!

I'll fight this fight with cancer

And I know I will be fine.

For God said it and I know its true,

That VICTORY is mine!!