She brushes her hair
as strands fall out
a woman of grace
with never a pout
one breast remains
the other a line
a scar to remember
her most painful of times
but the cancer had spread
to the other she held
and now their both gone
but youd never tell
her face is a smile
a memory in mind
she gracefully past
it was her time
a good freind of the family was diagnosed with breast cancer, and had one removed, it spread to the other, she had that removed than it spreadthrough out her and she passed away. RIP Stacey
