you'll be ok
its happened before
it will be sore
you'll be ok
broken bones mend
your pain will end
you'll be ok
you won't be awake
for your own sake
you'll be ok
i'll be there
because i care
you'll be ok
they won't hurt you
whatever they do
you'll be ok
i'll be sat by your bed
just like i said
you'll be ok
a plaster cast
not so fast
you'll be ok
swolen and sore
just close that door
you'll be ok
escape the pain
yes i'm sane
you'll be ok
sleep sweet heart
I like this one. Sometimes we just need to hear those words. Reminiscent of mummy picking you up and kissing it better. There is genuine compassion in your writing. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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I would like to translate this poem
those words make a very big difference for a sick person well written Marie