When I hear a woodpecker early in the morning before the sun comes up, I think of Lisa.
When I drive to work at sunrise and the fog is hovering over the water on the lake and no where else, I think of Lisa.
When I have to brake hard because a deer has run out in front of my car, I think of Lisa.
When new blossoms show their colors in the courtyard garden at work, I think of Lisa.
Whenever I find a little beauty in my day, I think of Lisa.
--by me
This poem is dedicated to Lisa B. Adams who is still fighting, and to my neighbor Tanya, my cousin Daryn, the mother of one of my daughter's classmates Kiran, and all of the other mothers and fathers out there who don't get to watch their children grow up because of cancer. Cancer Sucks.
"Find some beauty in each day."- Lisa B. Adams
Lisa's website is here- http://lisabadams.com/
