Soft and Strong


It’s a little girl’s dress,

Winter’s blush on cold cheeks.
Pretty bows in blonde hair,
Painted toes on chubby feet.
A soft rose kissed with dew,
Sunrise on a morning new.
It’s love, innocence, and hope
For all the women who cope
With life’s bitter edge.
They’ve been out on a ledge.
They’ve fought, raged, and won.
For some, it’s just begun.
They charge ahead and do not shrink.
Yes, there is power in the color pink.

Dedicated to all women who are fighting cancer.

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