Blue as a cloudless sky
Precious bursts of mist you profer
to a hungry mouth and aching lung
without you I would surely die

How long I have travelled this path
Was it the smoking? Was it the drugs?
That now ensures chaos resumes
each time I laugh

So each month a new batch I must taylor
And just this once, try not to misplace or misuse
my wonderful, lifegiving
Ventolin inhaler

S.Williams Sept'09