When, filled with blessings, Christine bore Elizabeth;
A divine glow lit up my life;
A new beginning dawned
And boundless joy enveloped my wife,
The mother of my children, my confidante
Whose gentle hand curbed strife.
When, emulating Florence Nightingale, she nurtured patients;
A quiet calm descended on the Female Ward;
Smiles broadened, illnesses took to flight
As into viruses and bacteria entered medical sword
To administer palliative and therapeutic care
Until each patient received her cure reward.
When, at God's bidding, Elizabeth returned home
To nurse Sean who'd escaped near death;
Hope and confidence rose in mom and dad
Who'd run out of breath
As the emergency sapped their energy
Boosted by the work of Beth.
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