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© 2003-2004 by Carol Dee Meeks

The room brightened when she entered
And all eyes turned on her.

“Did it hurt?" Some asked.
“No,” she replied, “just another step in this task.”

“They put me on a table,
then turned me now and then.
The markings I could feel.
They let me leave as soon as I was able.”

“Now all I need is leather
and boots up to here?”
Grandchildren in the midst
put their hands together and said a cheer.

She seemed so strong-like the mighty oaks,
this little ole grandmother lass,
whose heart harbors and sails with class.
Fear, not in her eyes-twis us she gave comfort and support. 

Grandfathers out there would love to court 
And make her their sport.  
No Way! She does retort. 
To all us younger folks, her wisdom cuts the jokes.

The detection was earlier verified.
The family, at first, was horrified.
But her, solid as steel.
We know time is on our side,
As Chemo greeted us on the shore.
Her markings, groundwork, for Colon Cancer Treatments.

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