Since I just posted something heavy, I thought I might balance it out with something light. This was my second critical incident paper in which I had to do some sort of creative writing project. I chose to do a poem about the Hospital Project:
I awake dark and dreary,
Forthcoming day exciting and weary,
To a place of sickness and dying,
Today we bring laughter and smiling.
Door opening- faces brighten,
Children rush up and pull me each way,
In this sad place the mood is lightened,
“How are you” they all do say.
Setting up the stage children run around,
Some are sick and some are well,
We try to make the best of the situational hell,
Many young new friends I have found,
Excited for a visitor- tall and white,
In the audience there I alight,
Children sit on my knees both left and right,
Enter in the clowns what a funny sight.
Laughter has this healing power,
Full of positive spirit it creates,
A room full of humor the slapstick generates,
A time of fun and games during these hours.
Time now for the sing-along,
Children follow the performers in song and dance,
Everyone has a purpose, a sense that they belong,
In this positive atmosphere there are no cant’s.
Drawing and painting makes for more fun,
To me for their supplies the children do run,
From their work I can see,
There will be some future Van Goghs or Dali.
The Sarakasi Hospital Project experience was an eye-opener,
Of my future participation in it I am sure.
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