My sister has breast cancer and it has metastasized to her hip. I’m becoming aware of what is real, valuable, important. For me it’s using my God-given talent to support and uplift family, friends, and anyone else and accepting and basking in the love that is given.

This poem puts into words what I have found difficult to verbally express. When I read it I want to say, “Yes, yes.”

Kay Ryan was the United States Poet Laureate 2008-2010
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Is the snail
by crawling
over diamonds?
Is her foot
so it can’t
carry her?
No. Snails
make mucus.
Even the
most precious
to lettuce
are useless.

From Say Uncle.