Wrinkled with the fine lines of their ripe age,
Peppered with the ills that poverty bring,
Bereft of the love and care of their offspring,
They arrived with savings of their meagre wage.
Immobilized by disease, she lay bedridden
Yet beneath the pain, a coy smile was hidden,
Aged yet agile, he rallied around for her care,
Her infected foot, he vowed to repair.
He pleaded and prodded all day long,
Until even the hardest heart melted at his adoration,
His relentless efforts would make her strong,
She regained her colour with his dedication.
A love so pure they shared,
That crossed boundaries of age and ill health,
Others often watched and admired
That their attachment was their one true wealth.
An ode to Mrs. S and her husband whom I had the opportunity to meet during my surgery postings at Hassan.
Peppered with the ills that poverty bring,
Bereft of the love and care of their offspring,
They arrived with savings of their meagre wage.
Immobilized by disease, she lay bedridden
Yet beneath the pain, a coy smile was hidden,
Aged yet agile, he rallied around for her care,
Her infected foot, he vowed to repair.
He pleaded and prodded all day long,
Until even the hardest heart melted at his adoration,
His relentless efforts would make her strong,
She regained her colour with his dedication.
A love so pure they shared,
That crossed boundaries of age and ill health,
Others often watched and admired
That their attachment was their one true wealth.
An ode to Mrs. S and her husband whom I had the opportunity to meet during my surgery postings at Hassan.
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