Anne’s Jaunty Moccasins
A bittersweet poem in honour of everyday courage
She slips them on each morning’s light,
Her moccasins, a gift so bright.
Though clouds may gather, spirits thin,
She finds her strength in moccasins.
The doctors speak in hushed, grave tones,
Yet Anne just grins and soldier’s on.
Her shoes, a badge of hope within,
She marches forth in those moccasins.
Through our apartment halls, sometimes cold and stark,
Her steps will leave a jaunty mark.
Visitors chuckle, volunteers grin,
At Anne’s parade in moccasins.
Sometimes she stumbles, sometimes cries,
Yet laughter sparkles in her eyes.
If life’s a race, she’ll fight to win,
Just watch her dance in those moccasins.
So here’s to Anne, so brave and spry,
For every tear, a reason why:
To walk, to laugh, through thick and thin,
In her faithful moccasins.
If you feel like keeping track of Anne’s cancer journey, I’m chronicling it here:
https://robertmcbrydeauthor.com/news/
Your friend,
Robert
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