Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
How The Crab Got A Crack On It’s Back by Michelle Chin
How The Crab Got A Crack On It’s Back
Early one Saturday while it was dark still,
Tia and Tara made their way down a hill.
Each carried a basket of clothes on their head,
Inside were dirty dresses: blue, yellow and red.
At the river with water that was kind of blue-green,
They needed to make their dirty clothes clean.
While they were washing, an old woman came,
To bathe in the river, she said, was her aim.
The old woman was feeble and walked with a stick,
To get over the rocks she needed help quick.
“Will no one help me, no one at all?
Without some assistance I know I will fall.”
“Shut up!” said Tia, “I have work to do.”
“Why should I waste my time helping you?”
“Stop that!” said Tara, “don’t be unkind.”
To the old woman, she said, “Pay her no mind.”
“Just hold on to me and you’ll be alright.”
“Thank you.” Said the woman, and held on to her tight.
On a rock the woman had taken a seat,
While Tara scrubbed first her back, then her feet.
“I could never touch that ugly old witch”,
Said Tia. “Just the thought of it is making me itch.”
Tia made fun of Tara and the old woman too.
But the woman was cunning and new just what to do.
In truth the old woman was really a witch.
She rewarded Tara by making her rich.
She then raised her stick and with a loud wack.
Brought it down hard across the mean girl’s back.
“Abra-Ka-Dabra Ka-Dabra-Ab,
Instead of a girl, you now are a crab.”
So if you happen to see a crab with a crack,
Right down the center of its old hard back.
It’s really Tia, so it has been told,
So be kind to all, whether young or old.
Crick Crack, monkey break he back for ah piece ah pomerac.
Written by Michelle Chin
Early one Saturday while it was dark still,
Tia and Tara made their way down a hill.
Each carried a basket of clothes on their head,
Inside were dirty dresses: blue, yellow and red.
At the river with water that was kind of blue-green,
They needed to make their dirty clothes clean.
While they were washing, an old woman came,
To bathe in the river, she said, was her aim.
The old woman was feeble and walked with a stick,
To get over the rocks she needed help quick.
“Will no one help me, no one at all?
Without some assistance I know I will fall.”
“Shut up!” said Tia, “I have work to do.”
“Why should I waste my time helping you?”
“Stop that!” said Tara, “don’t be unkind.”
To the old woman, she said, “Pay her no mind.”
“Just hold on to me and you’ll be alright.”
“Thank you.” Said the woman, and held on to her tight.
On a rock the woman had taken a seat,
While Tara scrubbed first her back, then her feet.
“I could never touch that ugly old witch”,
Said Tia. “Just the thought of it is making me itch.”
Tia made fun of Tara and the old woman too.
But the woman was cunning and new just what to do.
In truth the old woman was really a witch.
She rewarded Tara by making her rich.
She then raised her stick and with a loud wack.
Brought it down hard across the mean girl’s back.
“Abra-Ka-Dabra Ka-Dabra-Ab,
Instead of a girl, you now are a crab.”
So if you happen to see a crab with a crack,
Right down the center of its old hard back.
It’s really Tia, so it has been told,
So be kind to all, whether young or old.
Crick Crack, monkey break he back for ah piece ah pomerac.
Written by Michelle Chin
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Endless Possibilities
I truly believe that anything is possible. Those things which were thought to be impossible in the future of a people, are the very things which make up the history of my people. My greatest desire is that my children will see with their eyes those things for which I do not yet have a vision, and that they will hold in their hands those things which I am not yet able to hold in my thoughts.
Working it Out
I am still trying to figure out how this blogging thing works. I'd like to upload some pics.
These are some paintings that I've done in acrylic on stretched canvases in various sizes. I am not too sure how to adjust the layout, but I guess I'll figure out how to manipulate these images eventually.
A New Day
I completely forgot that I even started this blog until I had a class recently that talked about blogging. I can't believe that it's been about a year or so since my last entry. Lots has happened of course. My focus this year as an art student is on design and design research. I am working on an illustrated children's book. I am an school now (the one where I teach, that is,) so I've got to go.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
My Lovely Little Girl
This is my beautiful little girl. She is the second of three girls. This is a photo taken at her primary school graduation a few months ago.
Sick Child
My daughter is ill and I'm really worried. I don't want her to know how scared I am because I am afraid that she will become more upset and depressed. There is some blood clotting in her left eye which caused some blood vessels to burst. The tissue is healing but there are scars formed during the healing process that affects her eye sight and causes pain in her eye as well as severe headaches. I feel really helpless in that I have to watch her go through this ordeal and there is very little that I can do.
I also feel very guilty because she had been complaining about the pain in her eye and headaches for about three weeks and I only took her to see a doctor yesterday. She constantly complains about aches and pains especially when there are chores to be done and her tendency to be overly dramatic about every little thing makes me take her complaints less seriously than I would my other kids. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself if she loses her eyesight or worse happens because I was negligent.
She now has to go through several tests to find out what caused the clotting in the first place. God help us. If anyone out there reading this knows anything about blood clots in the eye or burst blood vessels or could offer any advice or support, I would be deeply appreciative.
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