| 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.
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