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 ZARA
Her name was
Zara, or her nurses said so,
She nursed her
grandfather whose life was ebbing slowly, but surely
As I watched
from my hospital bed, seeing her rush hither thither
Doing what she
could achieve, nearly managing what she couldn't, truly
Didn't see her
sleep, just a nap here and there,
Her head covered with black muslin, she'd rest her
head on her grandfathers frail trembling arms
Tirelessly
working, not eating, keeping her grandfather alive
Talking to him
softly, a song so calm
Running behind
the nurses, pleading with the doctors,
Doing all what
one humanly could have tried to do
But the sprit,
the nerve , the tenacity I've seen
Makes her
worthy of being an angel so true
She's up
again, like a valkyrie in battle
Getting a
bottle of blood for her near and dear one,
There's sweat
on her brow, yet unaware
She continues,
her face as bright as the sun
To feel such
love for one's old one's is not unknown
Yet, in
today's world, where kith doth not care for kin
May her love
and care give her grandpa a life anew
O zara, I
dedicate these words to you...
~LoneRanger~
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