Breast cancer awareness

The day we met,
class was starting
and I faced you, sat
opposite you in circle.
You were not shy about
showing people, you said.
Still, you weren’t
speaking to me and
I had not ventured
out into the world
since my brother died.
I was shy, nervous,
my balance jarred with
every smile, name and
conversation. When I
unexpectedly saw the scar
left by surgeons who removed
your left breast to cancer,
I was taken aback, not
because I was repelled by what
I saw or thought it wrong to
show it, not in the least.
It was only because I found
you to be so startlingly
poised in Your Self
resolved, strong,
as are all women
who must give up
a part of their being
to go on; it’s like
when children grow
up and move out,
necessity dictates that
Moms adapt and face a
new reflection, a new ‘normal.’
For you, like them, are ever
so lovely in your truth,
splendour raw and grist
fresh from your hard-fought
battle for life and love –
the intricate weave with which
we all dress, all that are gentled
by a lingering kiss of colour and breath.

Terry Gibson, December 2012.


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6 Replies to “Grace

  1. Terry Dear, You are an incredibly talented writer. In some ways this poem is about you: “You are ever so lovely in your truth.” The world is a better place because you’re in it.

    1. Grace, you are so good to me. It means a lot! If we ever meet, we’ll yack over a cup of coffee while each of us rests an arm over our latest books and laugh about climbing up the waterslide to the NYT Bestseller list. Might as well dream big.

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