Rosie's blue ribbons

Dr.s come back to tell me diagnosis confirmed it's not good the test
fighting has just begun.

The disease is faceless but its not silent
it causes me to dig down deep.
Find my core.

Nothing else is an option
so what hair loss it makes me look fragile
but that is deceiving it makes me stronger.

A battle rages inside the drugs hopefully
killing the bad before it wipes out the good
I have a disease that will happily take another victim.

I will not be that person! I will survive for my child.
It leaves me weakened the coolness of the sheets
cool my body.

Laying late at night I talk to God
Oh not to lament 'Why me? Why oh why?'
But to tell Him I'm not ready to go home my Rosie needs me.

See she is downs syndrome she needs me to
put the ribbons in her hair. The golden flaxen hair.
Her smile heals my soul. Her touch makes me soar.

Days went into weeks, weeks stretched into months
today I hear the results of my efforts.
Dr. walks in sits down smiles and tells me I am in remission.

Rosie sitting on my lap breaks out into laughter as though she knew
I broke out in tears because I am grateful she will never know.
Hugging her tight I see that ribbon of blue, it needs tied.

We leave I got my reprieve, Rosie reached my face
kissed me with wonderment.