By Reyne M. Husky
Getting my cocktails, one moment please
From my favorite nurse putting me at ease
She connects my port on the count of three
Making sure that I’m pain free.
I play my ukulele just to pass the time
And sing my favorite songs to help me unwind
I can go to places, right here in my chair
Imaginary friends popping up everywhere.
I’m feeling kind of beat, from the chemo meds
My hands and feet are turning red
Can’t wait, to get home to my bed
To sleep off the things, dancing in my head.
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