The Pink Ribbon

Addy Masterson ‘28

I sat down at that table and heard the words I now dread

“We have something to tell you.”

She’s fine, they said it will be okay

They said

But how will it be okay when I have to watch the person I love the most hurt that much

I will watch as her hair falls to the ground I will watch how she says she’s okay

But how will it be okay when I have to question every day is this is the last day I will see her or just another school day

How is Mom?

Is the new question I ask every time I need to fill the air

She’s tired

She’s tired

She’s tired Well I’m tired

I’m tired of living a life constantly questioning

Questioning if she’s really as strong as they say she is

But here we are almost to the finish line and she’s the strongest person I know

My whole life is now tied up with a shining crossed pink ribbon

The first half of my life was tied with a ribbon

Sending hearts in the mail to my uncle

And now it’s in my mailbox

The ribbon danced across my family tree

But I’m almost free

Free of the pain and worry

Free of the “It will be okay”

Free from the meals that show up every Tuesday and Thursday at six

But I will never be free

Free from the constant reminder that she had to go through that

How will I ever be free

When the ribbon is constantly shining and staring right in my face