Remembering the Pathfinders
 

The candle flickers in our hands
The light of memory shines on our faces.

Mom, your voice still rings in the air
Joined with the soft hiss of the candle's burning.

Dad, I feel your strong arms comforting me
Leaning against your chest - against the scar.

My sister in heart and soul, you laughed,
"Death's not as bad as high school dances."

My brother, still amazed that surviving war,
You could lose the battle to a breast disease.

The candle says, "We have not lost."

Burning with a steady light to mark the love you gave
And to light our way as we step towards happiness.

To a world where breast cancer
does not have to be explained to a child
or to the ones who shared your dreams.

You are our pathfinders, our compass.
By the light of the candle we promise...

We will win.

 

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October 31, 2000

Last updated April 1, 2006