It was a week of madness
Marked by medical ineptitude
And patience stretched beyond limits
A fortress of maternal solitude
Where only a mother’s love would soothe
The raging fever of the youngest son
It was a week of testing
How far would a mother go
To protect her child from harm
An army of silent strength
Gathered at her back
So she could hold a child in her arms
It was a week of fever
Where blood ran to boiling
And the flames licked the rafters
A debt of gratitude
Owed to those to stood firm
And shouldered the weight of one who lay fallen
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