October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I, for one of too many, do not need to be reminded. I lost my sister and best friend after her nine year battle. There is at least one other person that I know that keeps this in my mind and heart always.
A Keen Awareness by Michael Romani Another turned page on the calendar And suddenly it's become October My heart aches at the immenseness Of the need for breast cancer awareness It's the scourge of our tragic modern age And equally source of both pain and rage All the things that I wish I had maybe said The absence of you echoing in my head The absence of you echoing in my heart The tears that have flowed from its start As I watched you fight on for nine years You fought so bravely never giving into fears Every moment, I remember words said in our last call Calling to ask me to survive and stand firm and tall You had fought until there was no further way to answer Your pain was overcoming you and you had lost to cancer You asked me if it would be alright if you let go As though that was something in my ability and control All I could say was that I wanted you out of pain Every moment before and since has seemed insane I remember falling to my knees to desperately bargain Asking the Lord to take me not you - clinging to the margin You had always been my best friend and my greatest hero And me, despite the medals, my life means less than zero With great bravado, I tried to offer some assurance Telling you I'd see you on the other side as reassurance But, let's face it cowgirl, the Lord needs angels in heaven And me? I won't cut it with all of my constant misbehaving You laughed and told me that I had always been your hero brother I faked a smile swearing you had me confused for some other Then whispered that I love you and I needed to let you go So that you could do as you needed, hanging up as tears flowed So hello October, with your pleas for breast cancer awareness Let me just tell you that life with my sister is barrenness And I won't lie that things are going to be just fine Unless fineness has become something I can no longer define... (c) October 1, 2018 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved