She laid sick in her bed
Sometimes motionless as if she were dead,
She hates being there confined
That is not how her life is defined.
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Though she is strong yet flu is making her weak as no food no appetite for a week. Touchingly narrated. Beautiful poem on sick.
Even the strong and trained are weakened by sickness. Thank you for reading my poem. Randy