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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Mother's Day Visit with Catherine

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Nicole and I went to visit Catherine today. We were in for a big surprise. She was only on two meds and her oxygen was reduced to 20%. She look great, opened her eyes and kicked and squirmed.
Below: They took the IV's out of her head so now we can see her hair. You can also see the scar on her belly. No bikinis for this young lady - dad smiles.....


#1 colored a picture of St. Therese for Catherine and wrote her a note. The nurses hung it by her bed.
Catherine got a little crafty overnight and made Nicole a Mother's Day sign. Nicole was really surprised. I think the kids in the NICU had a craft night to make stuff for their mothers.


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Cassy said…
She is just beautiful! I am elated that she is doing better every day.
I wish Nicole the "BEST MOTHER'S DAY EVER!" and continue to pray for you ALL.
8:29 PM
Barbara said…
God bless little Catherine. I'm glad to hear things are moving in the right direction!

Those nurses are angels!
12:27 PM
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