Sick and frail we pray
she be well.
A lot of pain she not
complain. We cradle
her and carress to let
her know we love her so.
Lay my head on my
pillow with great
sorrow and tears.
A saint came to me
in prayer, with overwhelming
feeling and delight.
Our little baby girl is now
grown with children of
her own.
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A beautiful poem about a beautiful story! I am delighted that all is well. A ten!