Tiny hands
I came a little early,
To a world so foreign to me,
The whooshing sounds of blood and my mama’s heart beat has ceased,
Replaced by beeping noises from the ventilator and monitors,
Sounds of scurrying feet of nurses and doctors,
Little did I know, within a second, a tube was put into me
I was told I was unable to breathe,
I felt pricks from needles on my hands and feet,
I was told, I was unable to feed
It felt uncomfortable, but I could not speak,
It was painful but I could not wince
I yearned for solace,
In nothing I could seek.
I soon felt a hand touch me,
She whispered, don’t be afraid, mama is here.
She held my tiny hands and said a prayer,
A prayer that I would not suffer.
A doctor came over and spoke to my mother.
She smiled and then she cried.
She stroke my head and lied,
“ You will be alright”
My chest tightened,
Then, my umbilical cord was cut and a long tube was put through
A urine catheter was put on me
My head was hurting,
But no one seemed to understand,
I was in pain,
But oblivious to those around me.
Soon, I felt fingers pushing against my chest
Sounds of feet scurrying,
Voices shouting,
All I could say is, I’m suffering.
A nurse shouted “she’s back!”
Until when? That’s all I checked.
My tiny hands held me tight,
I wondered,
“Keep a good fight?”
“What is right?”
About this poem
As a medical practitioner in a NICU, the voice of the little ones are often not heard. Instead, the parents, doctors and nurses have a say in these little lives. Do these tiny hands have feelings or emotions?
Font size:
Written on December 10, 2022
Submitted by junyi.wj on October 12, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
- 1:26 min read
- 0 Views
Quick analysis:
Scheme | AABCCADEFGHIGAJKLLMMNOPAQRSATQQQUVNWNN |
---|---|
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,341 |
Words | 288 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 38 |
Translation
Find a translation for this poem in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Tiny hands" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 8 Jun 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/143846/tiny-hands>.
Discuss the poem Tiny hands with the community...
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In