The Seasons: A Poem

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

Four Weeks Old

Catherine appears to be back to her normal wild self. As of Friday afternoon there were no results pointing to an infection. One theory is that there may be a small hole in her intestine from the surgery and her body was working overtime to fix it. Or there could be an infection in her PICC line. This is the main line where all of her fluids are entering the body. We'll wait and see. She had good stats today and even made a dirty diaper. After 4 boys I never thought I would be excited about a dirty diaper!

She has the tube in her mouth to get rid of the excess nasty green fluid in her belly - a natural result from the surgery. I'm not sure what the E.T. thing is on her hand. It's often on one of her feet.

Nicole and Catherine had some skin on skin time today too and that will help Catherine as well as Nicole.

Please keep up your prayers, thanks!

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Anonymous said…
I think the red light on her hand is to check the oxygen levels in her blood. But the E.T. version is much more fascinating :o)