It is just GREAT!!!
My poem for this morning -
Three Days til Chemo
I image myself
as a swan
gliding along
the water
feet paddling
back and forth
as I bend my long, white neck
to feed -
babies follow
like habits
I no longer need -
they grow,
and fly away
and I’m alone
with the will to live
and the desire to pump
my 24 cups of blood
24 hours a day.
So, savor today the 24 cups of blood pumping in you, and enjoy the wombat assuring us we are all ONE!!