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.
says, "We have not lost."
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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