Shining bright Since over the day
She has been confined to bed
Unable to move on her own
Not more than a body dead .
Wanting love and care
From anyone here or there.
She feels lonely and desolate
An object of distaste or ill fate.
Not responding , nor quick to recover
Good health or wellness to rediscover.
Yet, with some sparkles of life in eyes
She is determined to live, not to die .
I put my hand palm on her forehead
Infuse courage to strengthen her life thread.
Tears trickle down from corners of her eyes
My kind words spell magic as her soul cries .
I wipe her tears with my finger tips
Press her shoulder under palm grips.
Soon her sadness goes steadily down
Turns into smiles, to her gusty frown.
Wonderfully, she gets rosy brown
Her face glows, bosom heaves up and down.
She is , what a few moments she was not
In higher spirits, fire of life shining bright .
GMC@kkp.
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