The girl grew up looking at that face,
Eyes that danced in the light,
And a face carved with an everlasting smile-
Her precious, beautiful mother.
Over the years, their bond blossomed,
Like a flower facing the first rays of dawn.
Until one day, one realization, closed down all doors,
Their world of white morphed into gruesome pink.
Check-ups, doctors, therapy,
Chunks of hair falling out daily,
As the poison of breast cancer crept into their lives,
Shattering their spirits; is this what fate had connived?
Weeks turned into months,
And months turned into mere days,
As their smiles faltered and flickered-
The prospect of tomorrow seemed bleak.
Until one fine day, the mother decided,
She was not going down without a fight.
All hope was not lost, after all.
She may be bent, but she was not broken.
This small spark turned into a roaring inferno,
As she began the long walk to freedom.
She told herself she was a woman- bold and beautiful,
She would not succumb to something so cruel.
A few years down the line, she looked back and smiled,
Her bout with cancer had indeed opened her eyes.
Never had she been stronger as then,
Nor had her family ever been closer.
They said fight each round and take it on chin,
And never, ever give in.
Today she stands tall and proud,
She had battled breast cancer and had ultimately won.
{Written in honour of the warriors against breast cancer.}
