breast aware so who cares?
lives so fine no time
to spare for doctors words
and hear the morbid meaning
of the breast soon losing
the hair falling out like
petals from a fading bloom
perhaps we need to say

why me?

suffering the harsh indignities and
pondering on His wickedness our
lives are precious as a newborn
child don’t dismiss this out
of hand it feeds your soul
smile wide with a river of
tears that cleanses the spirit
for a second chance to say

why me?

be brave as a lion’s roar
being strong when things go
wrong finding courage to carry
on fighting battles earning stripes
lighting the path of life so
others that will surely follow
in your shadow can live
their way and maybe say

why not me!