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TENDERNESS
With care I wiped
her softened brow.
The fever passed...
I know not how.
With which it came
and thoroughly went
For now I know it
was heaven sent.
Tenderly praying while
they arrived one by one;
Thinking that it would be
closely over and done.
Evening came and we were
gathered around
The recovery stood firm
and did astound.
Michaela Warren 2012
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