Poem in response to Good Health and Well-being
March 2018
By Grace Muresan
Graphics Credit: Christina Zhao
“It doesn’t hurt,” the mother said
He thought about the blood
His mother dragged him out of bed
And he laid like a couch spud
“C’mon, Thomas, it’s not that bad.”
He thought about the needle
His father encouraged, “Go, young lad.”
But he hid like a beetle
Mom found the boy and called the nurse
Thomas was very scared
The nurse arrived with her white purse
He made a face, teeth bared
The needle’s length was half an inch
And Thomas was despaired
But when it was done he realized
It only was a pinch!