Blood Dance Faint hint of blood That sweet smell of life Precious and fragile Now tainted; her plight. Shelter in her room Too vulnerable to go Tossing and waiting For the chemo to flow. The killing of blood Usurping her strength The tightrope of chemo Dripping measured length.
Waiting and watching I hold her with care Life becomes meaning Loving-kindness to share.
The woman-ness of love Empowers her through strife Renewing her blood dance With the laughter of life.