We walk to remember, we honor them . . .

This poem was posted on someone's breast cancer page and I really loved reading it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have, pass it on! -Ana

There's an empty seat at the dinner table where a mother use to sit.

She's 34 years old, full of life and dreams and two small kids.

There's a young man with a tear in this eye and pink ribbon on his coat, in memory of the only love he'd ever known.

There's a lady looking in the mirror without a single strand of hair, she barely recognizes the woman standing there.

She's waging a silent war against an enemy inside and putting up the fight of her life.

That's why we walk.

We honor them all and that's why we walk.

She lays in a cold small room in a baby-blue paper gown, anticipating what the x-rays might have found.

Then she hears the words that always stop you on a dime and pray that they found it in time.That's why we walk.

We honor them all and that's why we walk.

For life for love, for one another, for him, for her, there's strength in numbers.

We walk to remember, we walk to celebrate, that's why we walk, leaning on each other, and holding on to faith, for those who are gone and those who live on.

We honor them all and that's why we walk.