Abstract
The chemobag hanging—infusing my dear life,
I feel and touch,
my closest friend—my IV stand.
Trickle by trickle the cure for my life pours in,
I see and see,
The bubble drop by drop, through my IV line.
Breath by breath I pant, I puff, I gasp in air,
I smell and smell,
To inhale the wheeze—my oxygen.
Sip by sip I wet my lips,
I taste and taste,
The aqua with the bitter pill.
Well oh well there is more life—I think,
I hear and hear,
There's still Hope.