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;

My mother.

And her secret weapon;



And we will fight you until the end,

Every moment,

Of every day,



And we will win Mum.


I promise.

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