sick childA Poem by newyearnormais there anything worse then having a sick child watching them suffer and know there is nothing you can do but hold their hand telling them it will be all right in the middle of the night putting the cool cloth on their little warm heads laying down with them knowing there is a good chance that now you are sick but is there anything better then seeing them getting better smiling as they start to play, even as your head grows warm
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