An Ode to Sara
Aly Rose

An ode to Sara, and all those she loved
Who bless this day as she smiles from above.

Who have traveled by bus, plane, and car a like
To commemorate and remember a woman's fight

With a disease no less, to breasts, you see
And all those who work to stay cancer free!

My mom was the type to laugh out loud,
To share her kisses, her hugs, and say she was proud

Of her children, her colleagues, and her friends all around
Of their successes, their triumphs, and goodness abound

When the music was played, my mom would dance.
When the day would start, my mom took a chance

To sell a house, buy a dream, or make a fresh start
To build a new home and fulfill one's heart.

Taking a closer look at what she stood for
Let us call to mind the children she taught and adored

So endless, so varied, "so many" she would say
Who make life worth living and rewarding each day

And indeed, in her life of giving and care
We can learn three lessons to stay aware.

Be patient with each other and find only the best
In moments, in people, and God's many tests.

Wear a red hat when rain pours that day,
Don't give into clouds, frowns, or what people say.

Sing your tune now and join the parade
Because the band marches on and the song fades away.

So jog, leap, and sprint at the start of the gun…
Know today's race she also would run.

Fill the course with your puma, addidas and nike-shod feet
Sweat bullets and buckets and finish this meet!

A special thanks to those who loved my mom and knew how
grand she was, who organized this event, and remind all of us today of her fighting spirit.