The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Update on Catherine

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Catherine is continuing to do well. They changed her feedings from continuous to every 3 hours over 2 hours (into the G-tube). She is tolerating them well, no spit ups or vomitting. Grandma Hahn got to give her a bottle today and she took all of it! She weighs 2970 grams which is almost 6 # 9 oz. She has been gaining 3-5 grams a day for the past few days so they increased the calories in her breastmilk again this evening. They also removed her PICC line. Here are some pictures Grandpa Dave put together.

Thank you for your continued prayers!

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Steven R. McEvoy said…
What a get set of shots. Thanks for continuing to update, makes praying easier.

Steven
6:33 AM
Barbara said…
Great job, Catherine!
8:31 AM
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