Comhroinn Fuaime

Blooms the mistletoe, beneath vast, endless skies. Oklahoma’s state flower, a gift from above, A symbol of healing, brought us by God’s love. With emerald leaves draped on branches so high, It whispers of hope as the seasons drift by. Yet, in its bitter and acrid juice, a miracle lies, A balm for …

Blooms the mistletoe, beneath vast, endless skies. Oklahoma’s state flower, a gift from above, A symbol of healing, brought us by God’s love. With emerald leaves draped on branches so high, It whispers of hope as the seasons drift by. Yet, in its bitter and acrid juice, a miracle lies, A balm for the weary, a spark to arise. For women in battle, with courage so bold, Facing cancer’s shadow, their stories unfold. Through IVs, the mistletoe flows like a stream, Transforming their struggle,