A Repunzel With No Hair

I see her in a chair by the window

A Repunzel with no hair.

We got the news 2 years ago that our beautiful little girl

Had the horrible disease

And I cried to god:

Give it to me!

We went through treatment over and over,

And when we thought it was cured

It came back again.

They say we have beaten it

This time for good,

But I’m not so sure

What to believe in anymore.

So she sits in her tower

Looking forlornly out her window

A Repunzel with no hair.

We tried to protect her from the stares

And glares

And whispers

But it was no good

And she came home in tears

From her first day of 1st grade

Our Repunzel with no hair.

So we moved and moved until she finally said

“No more:

I can handle it mom: I really don’t care.”

So now we live in a house by the sea

With fancy tuition and a girl on a mission.

She says

“I pity them, I do,

For their narrow-mindedness

And who else to better enlighten them than I?”

So enlighten them she did:

That’s a lesson they’ll never forget.

But how lonely she gets:            

My Repunzel with no hair.

She says

“You don’t understand! No one understands!”

And sometimes I hear her cry herself to sleep late at night

But what can I do?

A mother should be able to help her child

A mother should never let her child endure such agony

But I can do nothing to comfort her in her time of need

Except offer my condolences however inadequate they may be.

She’s in high school now,

And it’s come back again.

So we resumed the fight

And one day she comes home

And in her eyes there’s a new light:

There’s a new boy at school,

And he’s got it too.

So they become friends

And then even more.

He takes her to prom

Hand in hand

They dance and dance and dance

A Repunzel

A Prince

Both with no hair.

And I think to myself:

This is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen

When on their wedding day they laugh and talk and dance

A Repunzel,

A Prince,

Both with no hair.

And when the announcement is made

It’s a girl!

A beautiful, healthy, girl

I cry and laugh because 3 months before

We were told

That the cancer is gone from both

Mr. and Mrs. Fairytale.

And even though it may come back again,

We know that there is nothing stronger and more beautiful than

A Repunzel with no hair.

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Hey guys. I wrote this poem a few months ago, and this last month, I found out that my grandmother has breast cancer. I just wanted to let everyone who reads this know, and that I really get it now. If you have anyone in your life that is going through this, or you are , know your aren't alone. If you ever want to vent about how much life sucks and whatever you are going through, Private Message me. I will always listen, no matter what. Everyone needs someone sometimes. Stay strong, you aren't alone.

-N