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
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