CindyA Poem by Marie HarrisonA poem written to my cousin.
CINDY Room to room I would zoom, following your speedy feet as closely as I could, asking you too many personal girly questions, wishing you would want to be the big sister that I never had. Listening to all of your favorite vinyl’s, singing their words over and over. Watching you curl your long feathered brown hair and apply make-up to your smooth freckle kissed face, taking mental notes on all of the steps needed to be a hip California teenager. Staying-up late playing dominos, waiting for your arrival, so I won’t have to sleep in that old feather bed by myself. Fears of what snake or ghostly creatures might suddenly attack me in the blanket of darkness. Besides I like to watch you take your make-up off, thinking I might hear some juicy details about your hot date too. You did a lot of fussing and cussing about how you needed your privacy from me, how I was always sticking to you like super glue. Even as a grown woman I’m still looking up to you, practically following you from room to room, calling you on the phone, constantly praying for you, asking groups of women to keep praying for you too. Because I still love you as much as I did back then, Cindy, I want the best for you. Funny how things hardly change as this world continues spinning. Only it’s not the style of your dress or the way your wear your make-up that I admire now. It’s how you hold-up when life delivers you lemons, you keep coming back with a girly smile on your freckle kissed face, You are the most driven person I’ve ever known. I’m so proud of how my brave cousin has fought the ultimate fight. You never let that skin b***h, Melanoma, kick your butt. You’ve shown up and fought hard in every way that you could. Surviving multiple surgeries on so many parts of your body and brain that I squeamishly lost track of them. Most people would have given up long ago, you’ve survived years longer than most people ever have when diagnosed with Stage Four Melanoma. Doctors are amazed! But beating this disease isn’t enough for you. No a driven and active person like yourself, goes to Disney with her family instead, and continuously rides all of the rides, including Space Mountain! That’s the feisty woman that I’m so proud to have know, loved and admired endlessly for all of these years! Being the best Mom and wife you could be under the gut-wrenching pain and strife, that’s to be expected when recovering from any major surgery. As a girl I was impressed with your make-up and curls. Cindy, now it’s your will to live, your relentless stamina that has me again admiring what an amazing woman you’ve always been to me. I’ll always be your chatty little cousin, standing in your tall and lean shadow, loving you very much and praying constantly for you.
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5 Reviews Added on July 8, 2010 Last Updated on July 8, 2010 AuthorMarie HarrisonAtlanta, GAAboutMomma told me to get out and enjoy life, so now I'm going to dance. more..Writing
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