She Wants to Wear a Pretty Dress
She wants to wear a pretty dress again,
She wants to plant flowers in the dirt.
She wants to feel the wet of her newborn foals,
As she gently delivers them into this world.
She wants to dance with her true love again,
With grace and energy to spare.
She wants to grow her hair long again,
And be done with the hats, caps and wigs.
She wants to carry herself with the grace,
Of the Paris model she once was,
She wants to hear birds, smell flowers and see sunsets,
She wants all of this and more.
So she will enter into the hell of this treatment,
On the forty-sixth year to the day of her birth,
Ever grateful that research and other’s stories,
Have enabled her to have a chance to live on.
She Wore a Pretty Dress
She wore a pretty dress,
And she danced.
The music rang out into the hills about her farm,
Where her horses ran in excitement,
Upon hearing the notes from the band,
Unfamiliar to them in the quiet of every day life.
She wore a pretty dress,
And she danced.
She was the picture of joy as she greeted her guests,
The doctors, nurses, practitioners and pharmacists,
Those who played a part in her survival,
And who had administered meds and held her hand.
She wore a pretty dress,
And she danced.
She hugged those friends and family,
Who stood by her and pitched in when needed.
And those who were her cheerleaders
As came through the shadow of the valley,
Fighting for and hanging on to life.
She wore a pretty dress,
And she danced.
And all those in attendance celebrated her life,
And theirs as well as they realized themselves,
How very precious this life truly is.
And they danced.
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Shirt and tie job, mate!
Daniel
Love,
Marcia
Christine
Cheers,
Dan
Georg
((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Newfie Hugs, Rose
fee
I wish you and her, much peace, love, and angel healing light,
Amber "V"