Teddy was not well.<\/p>\n
Teddy had been feeling sick.<\/p>\n
Teddy had to go to hospital.<\/p>\n
Teddy was told that he had too much blood.<\/p>\n
Teddy did not miss his friends.<\/p>\n
Teddy knew the thermometer was not sharp.<\/p>\n
Teddy was not scared of needles.<\/p>\n
Teddy said the medicine would make him better.<\/p>\n
Teddy closed his eyes at night.<\/p>\n
Teddy ate his vegetables.<\/p>\n
.<\/span><\/p>\n Teddy\u2019s small girl lay in the corner of his bed.<\/p>\n She was not so sure.<\/p>\n Her eyes were made from round buttons.<\/p>\n The fluff on the top of her head was worn .<\/span><\/p>\n \u00a9 Glenn Colquhoun, published in Playing God<\/strong><\/em>, Steele Roberts, 2002<\/p>\n Reproduced here with permission.<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n On October 11 I featured Glenn Colquhoun’s poem “She asked me if she took one pill …”<\/em> as my Tuesday Poem, here<\/a>. In the background to that poem I wrote:<\/p>\n “On September 16, in a post titled Reflections on What I\u2019m Reading<\/strong><\/a>, I talked about poet and doctor Glenn Colquhoun\u2019s speech on \u201cThe Therapeutic Uses of Ache\u201d<\/strong><\/a> to the Royal College of General Practitioners in Wellington in 2009\u2014and how re-reading it<\/em> \u201creminded me all over again what an acute observer Glenn Colquhoun is and how I need to read his collection Playing God<\/em> again, and maybe even share some of the poems with you of a Tuesday.\u201d<\/p>\n Playing God<\/strong> was published in 2002 to a level of critical and popular acclaim not often afforded poetry collections, receiving the Montana Award for Poetry and the Montana Readers\u2019 Choice Award at the 2003 Montana New Zealand Book Awards.<\/em><\/p>\n The collection draws on Colquhoun\u2019s experience of medicine … and reflects humour, pathos … frustration and heartbreak …”<\/em><\/p>\n No poem expresses that pathos more, in my opinion, than Teddy<\/em>, and although I chose another poem on October 11, I always wanted to feature Teddy<\/em> as well—and am very glad to be able to do so here today.<\/p>\n Otherwise I feel the poem very much speaks for itself and anything else I have to say would only get in the way of that.<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n About the Poet:<\/strong><\/p>\n Glenn Colquhoun is a doctor, poet and children\u2019s writer. His first poetry collection, The Art of Walking Upright<\/em>, won Best First Book of Poetry at the 2000 Montana New Zealand Book Awards. In 2003 he won the Poetry Category and also became the first poet to be awarded the coveted Montana Readers\u2019 Choice Award, both awards for Playing God<\/em>. He has written several children\u2019s books and has been the convener of the New Zealand Post Book Awards. In 2004, Colquhoun was the recipient of the prestigious Prize in Modern Letters.<\/p>\n —<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10043","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10043","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10043"}],"version-history":[{"count":17,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10043\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10060,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10043\/revisions\/10060"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10043"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10043"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10043"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAs though it had been chewed.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/Playing-God1.jpg\" "\\"Playing")
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