The day before I lost my breast

to cancer, you showed up at the door,

wrapped in a heat sealed bag

to keep you pure. We bonded

as your fleecy arms swaddled mine,

and your shoulders gave me warmth

for a nap on a cold winter day

when everything seemed to be lost.

.

Then, I remembered, we have met before,

you were a comfort then- pink and white

fleece and always cuddly, like the time

I had pneumonia and nearly died

when I was six. You were that soft blanket

the Nurse pulled up over me- that pink

and white savior that saved me

from pneumonia's cold breath

bidding me to come.

03/12/2006

Author's Note: I bought a robe to take to the hospital- fleecy and pink. It gave me such comfort-unusual comfort until I remembered the pink and white fleecy blanket on my bed when I was a kid with pneumonia. Funny what is hidden in the subconscious.

Posted on 03/13/2006
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