Much relief this morning after my yearly check up following major cancer surgery six years ago. Once again given the all clear. I asked how long the follow ups would continue and was informed it would be for a minimum of ten years and probably longer. It is nice to know that you are not just abandoned but continuously monitored.
On checking the comments this morning it was great to receive another of Glo's (of
Porcelain Rose) poems.
A heron named Harry was wishing
He’d learned the fine art of ice fishing,
For here and beyond
There was ice on each pond,
With nary a fishtail a-swishing.
He saw a few holes, which was thrilling!
Perhaps they were left from John’s drilling.
He had to admit
That his beak wouldn’t fit
And to foot the whole bill would be chilling.
He stood on the edge looking wistful
Pretending his mouth held a fistful ~
An instinctual drive
He decided to dive ~
Upended and stuck in the midstful!
Brilliant Glo and thank you so much.