We received an e-mail from Marilyn Stacy who sent us the following 2 poems – She wrote:
“Here are a couple of poems from my book about breast cancer, Sometimes You Have to Laugh…a Poet’s Look at Cancer.
You have my permission to print them on your website. I hope they give someone a smile.”
Her website is wonderful — check out the section “A Poets Look at Cancer” http://marilynstacy.com
Troubles lurk in hidden places.
Everybody knows it
but nobody expects it to find them.
Conversations dwindle to nothing
when you tell friends
you have breast cancer.
somewhere in the MRI machine
or under the bone scanner.
And at an age when you’re finally
at peace with your hair, it deserts you–
a chemotherapy dropout.
Soft white fuzz
is growing on my head.
I cheer it on,
massage my scalp
and wonder when the fuzz
will be long enough
to insulate and protect
my bare head,
when I’ll look like a woman again,
not a futuristic extra-terrestrial.
Next month I can finally fly
to visit my new great-granddaughter
for the first time.
I’m told the fuzz
on her head is light brown.
A snapshot shows her
wearing the same kind of soft,
pink knit cap I wear to bed.
I know we’ll bond.