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Two Poems 50 Years Apart



The dread and alarm of things ahead

The pain to go through – the wish to be dead

The fearsome thought of coming pain

Oh! How I wish I was home again


The needle is about to strike

I can see it at a glance

The silver point comes nearer

I can feel it in advance


An ache in my neck, a tear in my eye

The needle goes in and the nurse gives a sigh

A smile of relief, and there is no harm

As a syringe full of blood comes out of my arm


©Amanda Samm 1967





I was brave I was bold and

I offered my shoulder

The needle went in

“Just a scratch” and I knew

This little injection

Would give me protection

From the germs in the virus

Of this winter’s ‘flu.


©Amanda Samm 2017