If there was, perhaps, a way to measure
The love of a parent for their little one,
Their wellness is the only treasure,
And in this pursuit, they would stop at none.
Amidst barriers big and small,
No length too far for a sign of hope,
Wishing for recovery in the long haul,
Sometimes clutching at the ends of a thin rope.
To watch the joy in their eyes at last,
When the critical phase has been surpassed,
To watch the smiles of the family intact,
Makes every busy moment, immensely memorable, in fact.
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