Pale pink lace dress

covered your

cancer-ridden body,

but it couldn’t blot out

your worries at my wedding.

 

Chemotherapy wracked

your body,

leaving you too tired

to cook or clean,

two staples of your life.

 

You were always a looker,

with a tall, slender model’s body.

So hard for you when

drugs bloated your body,

but they also erased your wrinkles.

 

You took pleasure where you could.