A woman like her is what i want to be.
Her story started before she knew me.
One phone call and her life changed.
Stuck in New York City, with nowhere to turn.
Chemo was calling.
Terminal was the one word stuck in her mind.
She wouldn't see her grandkids or her kids walk across the stage.
No tears were shed, only happiness that she got this much time.
I want to be a woman like her.

I met this woman right after she moved from Florida for better treatment.
She said there was no cure, time was wasting away.
I knew it was useless trying to tell her not to give up hope.
The word terminal haunting over us .
She made me realize that life is precious.
I want to be a woman like her.

The phone rang.
There was a chance for survival.
No more chemo.
But this was in Chicago.
None of that mattered because she was in a car accident.
Hit head on she broke her back and not able to walk.
But her cancer was getting worse
To live or to die..was the question.
I want to be a woman like her.

As we drove to the airport, she spoke to me
“Never live scared. Always be brave. You never know what the last thing you will do will be.
Always be generous, because you never know if that will be you one day.
Always chase your dreams.
Be that change you want to be, never wait on anyone else.”
I want to be a woman like her.

As She held onto the IV pole, her chemo was back.
The poison dripping in rhythmic tune.
We took a walk down the hall, looking at the walls.
Nothing to say.
The first piece of hair falls out.
She smiles, the free haircut is here.
She is still the most beautiful woman i see.
I bring her a bedazzled bandanna to try and cover that one small bald spot.
To find the haircut had been finished.
I smiled at her, you still the most beautiful woman i see..
No tears, only smiles we laughed.
We knew this was only temporary
Terminal.
I want to be a woman like her.

The news came a month later.
The cancer was beat.
She was going to live for a little while longer,
It would be back with a vengeance

But here we are today.
Five rounds of remission later.
Head full of hair.
Able to walk,
No tears shed,
I want to be a woman like her.