Somehow I couldn't let the dream of this morning go. Here is my poem! Chemo Over I dream of a line of battleships returning from the ocean to the bay. Sailors loll on deck, with nothing to do. I buy a wreath of white chocolate, a red and white plate, overflowing with Christmas cookies, red and white. The blood recuperates now, rests and dreams of sweets. My dreams are sweet. Red and white will never be the same. These red and white blood cells of mine, worked harder than Santa delivering all those presents in one night. The gift is my life.