Good health is so precious.
I wrote this poem as a gift to my Mum. It now lives in a frame on her wall in her living room. It it still the best gift I have ever given her.
Illness is a nasty liar,
That creeps upon a body,
And seeps into the soul,
Only to destroy.
But sorry illness, you have lost.
You have come against a brave contender;
And her secret weapon;
And we will fight you until the end,
Of every day,
And we will win Mum.
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