06-19 10-8-06 Spending Sunday She manages grace and charm With an IV installed In her arm running upward Someplace deep inside Unknown, at least to me, My job being to clean The tip with an alcohol patch And insert a syringe With water and another With heparin flush And be sure to close The valve and keep it dry And sanitary, my cough Better than its been in days, The sun not quite as bright With much more moisture In the air. This morning The paper was wet and a cat With damp fur rubbed Against the resistance She has against any more.