Troubles
The morning brought a sickness
The little one cried in pain
Taking her to a doctor
Was easily said than done
As the day progressed into noon
Troubles poured in twos
How the whole day passed
Couldn’t recall in this swoon
The run to the hospital
And trouble from every nook
Seemed like life was not worth
Living nor could be left behind
For so many lives depended
On me to see they ran smoothly
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011
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