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2016-04-17T12:22:28+05:30
'I discovered a journal in the children's ward, and read, I'm a mother, my little boy has cancer. Further on, a girl has written, this is my nineteenth operation. She says, sometimes it's easier to write than to talk, and I'm so afraid. She's offered me a page in the book. My son is sleeping in the room next door. This afternoon, I held my whole weight to his body while a doctor drove needles deep into his leg. My son screamed, Daddy, they're hurting me, don't let them hurt me, make them stop. I want to write, how brave you are, but I need a little courage of my own, so I write, forgive me, I know I let them hurt you, please don't worry. If I have to, I can do it again.'
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2016-04-17T13:58:21+05:30

                     OUT IN THE FIELDS WITH GOD

                            by: ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

                        

The little cares that fretted me

I lost them yesterday,

Among the fields above the sea,

Among the winds at play,

Among the lowing of the herds,

The rustling of the trees,

Among the singing of the birds,

The humming of the bees.


The foolish fears of what might happen,

I cast them all away

Among the clover-scented grass,

Among the new-mown hay,

Among husking of the corn,

Where drowsy poppies nod,

Where ill thoughts die and good are born,

Out in the fields with God. 

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I hope this helps you Shreya!!!!!! GOOD LUCK dr........