It followed me around, that dark little cloud,

“This time you made it; feel safe, feel proud.”

There's a purpose for this; be safe, be sane.”

But a voice often whispered, “It could happen again.”

These cancer survivors, they started a team.

I love to paddle; on others I can lean.

With great trepidation we knelt in the war canoe;

Some were so fearful, not knowing what to do.

We progressed to a big, stable dragon boat;

Even when life gets tough we still stay afloat.

From some their faces said, “Look at those fadies.”

But a voice of encouragement said, “Nice work, ladies.”

We paddle with power in all kinds of weather,

Knowing “competition” means “seeking together.”

The wonders of Bosom Buddies on and on I do rave;

What I get most from our team: they help me feel brave.