Poem -
~Why illness ?~

~Why illness ?~
This illness
doesn't play fair
Nor abide
A mother's care
( Outside adventure
They wish to share )
Not this trap
of ill despair
( Mother of tear's
and doom )
Crouched down
In sorrow
( the floor
Of her
room )
Wishing to watch
Her pretty flowers
Bloom
Why illness ?
( A mother
Of doom ).
Nardine Sanderson 01/02/2015.

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