The Seasons: A Poem

Posted by on
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
0

Catherine Eats!

Posted by on
Here are some pictures of Catherine's first tastes of rice cereal. Yum!




Catherine's physical therapist took the pictures for me. Also in attendence at this event were her occupational therapist, speech therapist and early interventionist! It was a party! They were all looking for specific things while she eats and everyone thought that she did great...no oral aversions and no aspirating. So we will continue to offer her cereal probably once a day and maybe she will start eating more and we can get rid of that G tube.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Awesome. How exciting!
2:34 PM
Post a Comment