caring heart (Remove filter)
Hypertension's whispers, silent, yet profound.
With each beat, a symphony, a life's refrain,
Blood pressure's measure, a song we must sustain,
For in these numbers, a story lies concealed,
A tale of health, it's not to be concealed.
Know thy pressure, the ebb and flow within,
A guardian of life, where health doth begin,
With cuff and monitor, a humble guide,
We glimpse the secrets that within us hide.
Too high, a warning of a turbu...
Wednesday 6th September 2023 4:15 pm
What I love about myself.
Today, tomorrow,
and the next day after that
there will always be one me
and there is nothing truer than that.
But, what I love about myself
is more than words can describe.
But, if I have to choose one thing
as to what I love about myself
it'll have to be my caring heart
for those that I love the most.
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 9:45 pm
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