A Pink Ribbon For Lisa
It’s been a while since she felt the safety of a man’s arms
Or fallen asleep to his humour and his magical charm
Silent and alone she stares at the movement of a busy fly
Watching her light flickers through the night as the minutes go by
The pain she feels right now, no doctor’s care can reach
As she stays awake thinking of white sands on the beach
It would be nice to go skiing in the mountainous Alps
Or look down from the Eiffel tower, seeing only tiny dots
A pink ribbon for Lisa who fights with all her strength
Hiding behind so many smiles as her heart bears the pain
The slow sip of expensive wine over a candlelit dinner for two
Is really just a wish but what else is it that a girl’s got to do?
The pain never stands still, moving from her hands to her legs
And she prays hard but it never leaves, no matter how she begs
She spends the day smiling but can never make it to a laugh
As the cancer moves, her body fights against every cough
Alone in my room, Lisa and I share a very special bond
Because I know that she is awake too, and still fighting on
But I lie on my back, sleepless, feeling the bite of Lisa’s aches
And as a part of me carries her pain, my heart slowly breaks
@ PurpleHeart 2017
I am Lyle PurpleHeart
Oakley Lyle is an author and poet – Visit his Facebook Page HERE
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