Caring
Clad in dove hue gown a nurse
With smile on lips enlivening
Penned down dad's temperature.
With a stethoscope slung around neck
A doctor called him in for check up
Whispered the doctor to the son's ear
"No need to panic, viral fever".
To sweep up test reports
The son walked behind the nurse
Like our legendary Cinderella
Followed her gracious God mother.
Awaiting the blood and sugar reports
And sniffing the hospital smell
Dad in the Wheel Chair had
Sorrow housed pale eyes.
Gentle son remembered
The loving hugs of dad
And kind mom's scoff
At dad when he came home
Drunk.
But the stern principal won't excuse
Son's absence from college
Devoted the son two days for caring;
Caring the noble human virtue
Noble human virtue is the caring.
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