Silver Strands

 SILVER STRANDS

Since a lifetime ago, producing strands

In the spectrum of silver bands

Letting them stay intact but henna coated

Very much increasing as years passed, noted

Eventually reaching a point of a sprinkling fix

Resting upon the auburn/chestnut/silver mix

Soon to be met with another demand on the hair

The dome was revealed like days of baby bare

Radiation finished the chemotherapy starter

Now the baby's fine hair regrowing was curly

Defying all odds of a wiry gray, not pearly

Silvery with the texture of blond, I've grown fond

~PLS/PCS~4/27/2021

Photo smile Waqar Ijaz

At the age of forty-nine, I was diagnosed with stage three aggressive breast cancer. I knew I had a 75 better than average chance of dying because I had angina which developed from the arrhythmia I was born. I went and asked the pastor of our church if he would pray for healing, and he said yes, but this was not the time. One Friday night at a prayer meeting, he called me forward, and I was covered by God's healing spirit. I started to walk back to my seat and realized my body, twisted during a stroke episode thirteen years before, was straightened back to normal.

We went home to finish packing as we were moving to another complex to clean up. I was putting books in crates – normally, I would have my husband carry the crate to the moving carrier, but I started to walk with it, and he exclaimed, “What are you doing?!”

I stopped and grinned, and said, “I guess I am healed.” I had been so excited about my body no longer being twisted. Even the healing of the heart was secondary. Picture age 75 years