chemotherapy

your eyes are of autumn leaves,
always shifting in their flight.
an air of soft love and dignity
is hinted all over you.

i can hear your dress drag
for it's a little too long,
but that just makes you
all the more a true jewel.

but, there is a sense of worry
lighting up the under eyeshadow.
that weight on your shoulders is
barely evident and clear.

the spine you own is
slightly tilted towards me,
but i guess that's 'cause
your hospital bed is so.

such a sight i see is powerful.
you're a woman of strong heart
for your essence is of grace
and true love on both sides.

that hair you once had...
it doesn't matter.
you're beautiful for you.