A story for each moment, for each self
broken lips that tremble truth's chagrin
harsh and most triumphant bitter tales
sweetened by the sugar of the win
Pink blossoms touch the depthless dancing waters
battles waged, engaging all life's healing
tossed from hands of mothers, wives and daughters
dotted tears of petalled perfect feeling
Will of steel melds with the dappled liquid
winners of the race for place in essence
coursing down the cheeks of heroes tested
teardrops cleanse the bitter reminescence
Melancholy conquered once more by the glorious
spirits of those ones declared victorious!
I watched a very moving ceremony at the races I attended today. Many of the racers were breast cancer survivors and their spirit, their strenth, their optimism, and the miracle that is the survivor touched my heart. As part of the ceremonty they guided their boats, teams of twenty paddlers and connected them together. Then they held pink carnations aloft as beautiful music played for them. The bystanders on the shore stood in awed and emotional silences as tears flowed freely, a mark of support and awe for the spirit and will for survival possessed by them. Then these remarkable women, who had travelled from all over, from Wisconsin, Nova Scotia and yes, even, as far away as Newfoundland tossed the pink carnations in the water wihere they floated as sweet reminders of those whose physical presence was missed but whose spirits remain nearby!
And may I add, I'm particularly proud of the Avalon Dragons who won two races and will be bringing some cool hardware back with them!!! This sonnet is for you!
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