Pink Ribbons And White Fluff

A fantasy poem about fighing against breast cancer.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Pink Ribbons and White Fluff)

 

Bright blue skies with

Brilliant white pillows of fluff,

Set the stage that glorious day.

 

Friends lined the streets

To cheer her on

Her Mom watched

From the comfort

Of her hospital room.

 

Tatum's heart was filled

With the passion to run.

 

She set her goals

High that day.

Even the strength

Of ten men might

Not have won

On that day,

The humidity

Was high.

 

She didn't have

The heart to lose.

She'd have to race

Up her flesh

Engine very high

And then shift it

Swiftly to cruise

In order to win

This zealous race.

 

Her Mother's blues

From the challenges

Of breast cancer

Gave her the

Enthusiasm

To run for the

Advancement of

B***s that day.

 

Her mother had the

Courage to kick the

Booze years ago,

But breast cancer

Was not as easy.

 

Tatum's chance

For raising the funds

For the advancement

Of breast cancer research 

Was her main focus,

That bright glorious day.

 

It would be an honor

To help find a cure

For such a ruthless

Disease that women

Succumb to yearly.

 

Warm streams of tears

Mixed with salty sweat

And tangy Gatorade

Decorated her

Face that evening,

When she was

Presented with a

Check and a bright 

Pink ribbon trophy.

 

She placed second

In the race, 

But that

Was a start.

 

The smile on

Her mother's face

Was what really

Filled her heart with

White marshmallow

Fluff that glorious night.

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I wrote this last year when my friend was struggling with breast cancer. It's from my imagination. Just being around her inspired my writing.

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

A very uplifting and inspiring poem with a touch of sadness in it too.

There isn't very much said about this in the media or elsewhere but men get breast cancer too, it's just a lot harder for them to go get checked if they have a lump, I guess we can understand why.

[David W Moore III]

And yet she was the winner the minute she stepped on that track. in that race, all are winners. standing up for another is the greatest thing we as a people can do, and if but once a year we follow our hearts, then at least it is once. would that more would remain standing throughout the year, but once at least is enough.

[Abbie]

wow you are a very good writer i think you hae a writing future a head of you good luck :)


-abbie

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great poem, my mother had the disease and is fully recovered but nothing can prepare you for the trauma of this situation...well written and beautiful sentiment. hope you friend has recovered.

[Tina Kline]

I really like this story, how she is determined to win this race and fights hard to do so, putting a lot of effort into it and her inspiration is her mother who suffered from breast cancer. This is a positive story all the way through.

[Cynthia]

Great Poem!
It's always hard to accept when your got cancer, right? You will worry, hope there's anything working in the wrong place.
I can think of what you think.

[M Garcia]

I can understand that just being around someone in that condition can inspire writing. The same thing happened with me and my grandfather. You have captured the feelings so well in this poem. Thank you foar sharing this with us.

[TAO]

What a precious work, and a worthwhile one at that. Tell me you've shared this elsewhere? Inspirational indeed.

[Wondering Mind]

A lovely inspirational tribute. We often forget the suffering of others. This reflects your tender, caring heart.