Teddy

…for a child with leukaemia

Teddy was not well.

Teddy had been feeling sick.

Teddy had to go to hospital.

Teddy was told that he had too much blood.

Teddy did not miss his friends.

Teddy knew the thermometer was not sharp.

Teddy was not scared of needles.

Teddy said the medicine would make him better.

Teddy closed his eyes at night.

Teddy ate his vegetables.
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Teddy’s small girl lay in the corner of his bed.

She was not so sure.

Her eyes were made from round buttons.

The fluff on the top of her head was worn
As though it had been chewed.
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© Glenn Colquhoun, published in Playing God, Steele Roberts, 2002

Reproduced here with permission.

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As I posted on Saturday 17, I am currently refeaturing Tuesday Poems from the past four years “by poet”, focusing on those instances where I’ve featured more than one poem by the same poet. I am also doing so alphabetically (by surname) and the current poet is Glenn Colquhoun.

Like last week’s refeature, “She asked me if she took one pill…”, I love this poem and talked more about why in 2011 when it first featured. To read the commentary and Glenn Colquhoun’s bio, please click on:

Teddy

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