Alien Poet
I’m the poet
In
the wee hours of the early morning, most of my peers are soundly sleeping.
However, this is the best time for me to compose poems with maximized
inspiration. My mind springs open with random notions that are then linked
together in lyrical rhymes – perhaps an innovative sonnet which is my favorite
form – or lyrics that convey humor or a deep emotion. Endowing ideas with
concrete images, those poems often make my friends and teachers burst into
laughter and they reward me with appreciative winks - I fully cherish those
moments.
Alien Anecdote
A visit
Another
weekly visit to Old People's home! Life is simple: Mr. Yu smiles and I smile.
He is a 93-year-old childless chemist who has Alzheimer's. Again, I'm feeling
the coldness from his trembling hands but the warmth from his smiles. Never
changed was that old Chemistry Workbook on the desk, also his lack of coherent
speech to express his excitement: only smiles.
Mr.
Yu loves "Story Section". Only now is he able to recall his memory
and deliver a "speech" to a patient listener: me. Although I clearly
know every detail about this tale which has been repeated every single time, I
will not interrupt as I wish his smile to be eternal. When he mentions children,
he lowers his head depressingly. I will hold his hand and share my warmth with
him for minutes. That childlike smile never fades from his face as "Story
Section" ends. He waves quietly as another seven days start counting down.
Every
smile of Mr. Yu gave me more appreciation of helping the elderly, more power of
love and happiness.
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