There is no-one untouched.
"I don't know how many laps I can do?
But I'm walking for Carol."
Carol is on morphine now.
A few weeks ago she was among the sopranos,
In our community choir.
Penny and her sisters have raised so much.
Ignoring the signs,
Like a man,
Their dad succumbed after only a few short weeks.
As night falls,
The candles are silent sentinels.
Their scribbled messages,
Each tell a story of loss,
Or sometimes hope.
I walk for the collective loss.
Those of my friends.
Their sister, daughter, aunt.
His mate, a long way away.
I walk in gratitude of good health.
Relay for Life.
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