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I'm not a writer but I write sometimes, mainly in verse. You can find some of my works at writersintouch.com under the name Adelene Tan. My writings are mostly about life, human emotions, and God. I wish to post some of my other casual writings here and I do welcome your comments and feedback. I'm an oncology nurse, a mother of two, and a wife to a wonderful and loving husband.
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A Snapshot of Life
Snapshot of life
My 3-year-old daughter and her 62-dollar-cry


I carried her to her doctor
Because she refused to walk
While waiting
She wailed and cried
So loudly
The nurses kept asking me why
I said she might have a splinter in her right foot

The nurses came
One by one
And saw only a red dot
They gave her sweets
Oh believe me
She got more sweets than she bargained for

She wanted me to hold her right foot
While she cried some more
I kept saying,'Hush, hush'
'The doctor will see you soon'
So I held her tiny foot in my palm
Until her name was called

The doctor examined her foot
And said, 'No splinter, just a superficial laceration'
I asked, 'No foreign body?'
He said, 'No, just a small dot of blood'

I carried her home
And laid her down on the sofa
I told her to rest
And I went into the kitchen
I turned around a few minutes later
Only to find her happily playing
Walking and jumping
She said, 'Look Mommy, no more pain'

I thought to myself
I spent 50 dollars on a doctor's consult
And 12 dollars on an antibiotic cream
All because she wailed and cried
But wouldn't 62 dollars be all worth it
If it allayed a mother's anxious heart
When her child is sick or in pain
Especially so
If the child had wailed and cried

Last edited by Adelene Tan on November 18, 2011, 6:38 pm
I like all things quiet and gentle.
 
Francis Meyrick

I fell off a hay stack when I was six? Seven?  I was on holiday at a farm in Drogheda, near Dundalk in Southern Ireland.
I landed on some corrugated iron, and split my knee wide open. There seemed to my memory to be plenty of blood and drama. There was a quite a to-do about it, with my Irish (highly protective) mother sent for, and arriving at the gallop.
The upshot was that I got bandaged up, and laid out on a wooden bench in the downstairs room. Made comfortable with a pillow. I remember being given a whole bag of sweets, in a brown paper bag, as a comfort for my distress.
All the kids from the neighborhood, alerted by the jungle drums, came to see me in my sublime invalid pose.

To my knowledge, I never shared anything of my unexpected bounty!

(Dammit, I was the one who had to bleed for it, eh?)


We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
Posted on Monday, August 1, 2011 at 09:55:35

 
Adelene Tan

Hi Francis,

It's universal it seems--sweets and a child's cry--they often go hand in hand, like the sunshine and the flowers.  That's what makes their world go round and round.  Yes, got to bleed for it first!!  Poor childrenLaughing


I like all things quiet and gentle.
Posted on Monday, August 1, 2011 at 10:24:50

 
Adelene Tan

How do you like the image, Francis?


I like all things quiet and gentle.
Posted on Monday, August 1, 2011 at 10:26:18

 
Francis Meyrick

Oh, yeah! The image is excellent. You'll be doing hyperlinks and YouTube videos, background effects and the Balalaika next!

(not sure about the last one...)

Laughing


We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
Posted on Monday, August 1, 2011 at 13:21:33

 
Adelene Tan

Very funny Francis, I can't do Balalaika (I had to check the dictionary to see what that means).  But I can certainly post a pic. Hello Balalaika! Grin


Last edited by Adelene Tan on August 2, 2011, 6:17 am


I like all things quiet and gentle.
Posted on Tuesday, August 2, 2011 at 03:15:58

 
Adelene Tan

Hi Jennifer, I'm glad you liked the poem.  It's true what you said...there's nothing worse than seeing your child in pain.  And as mothers, we'll do anything to see them happy and well again.Smile


I like all things quiet and gentle.
Posted on Saturday, August 27, 2011 at 16:55:57

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