Life is knocking at her door,
smiling again,
shadows of chemo fading,
death was put away,
buried in an ancient civilization.
She beems,
it’s time for a vacation!
shapely,
looking in the hotel mirror,
posing, taking selfies,
she radiates life.
Feeling pretty in her new dress.
© Poetry Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree
And she is as pretty as this poem.
Thank you!
She is not in one of these beautiful paintings though. She does not want her face on the internet! Thanks again for your comment.