Beauty is as beauty does

"Was it worth it?" I ask,
Despairing, aghast.


"The pain now, the suffering,
The medicines taken from before the beginning?"

She groans, she moans
She fights for breath as she intones:

"My family, my choice,
A rare getogether, a chance to rejoice,

Memories made, memories stored,
Not a moment would I forego,

Not that I did much, I wished I could
I arranged rather than made some food,

More have I done in the past,
And would even now, if not for my heart,

Leave me be, I would rather do and die,
What worth is life, if I cannot even try."

I hope I grow to be this woman I now chide,
If 'Beauty is as beauty does', beauty does in her reside.

- Written on 4 June 2014
- Self Explanatory