Monday, February 27, 2012

Jessypt Week 93: Dandelion


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Jessypt's Choice: Picture 1


She laughs, so free, so light.

She twirls, her dress swirling and floating as the day becomes night.

I watch her come alive, a rare gift to dance, to just be.

I know she doesn’t have long, that this sickness will rob her of the life should lead.

But when she flops down beside me, her smile radiant and her eyes bright, I know I’ve been given a gift.

I know and am reminded just how precious, how fragile life is.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper as my fingers touch her pink cheeks.

She smiles and leans in, her lips against mine.

I take and take, lost in the way her breath fans against my face when we pull apart.
We talk and touch for hours, laughing, sharing, and teasing until it’s time for us to go.

The wind blows, lifting and swirling her hair all around her face. All around us, hovering in the air, are cottony white dandelion puffs, and I know that even after she’s gone I’ll still have this day, this memory. I’ll still have us, and that’s something cancer can never take away.