Just the thought is enough
For panic to set in for some
Blood test...needles...pain
Life will never be the same
My poor grandson is suffering
He is in panic mode: terrified
But he has to go through it
Though others can say that
There is nothing to it...
How does a child accept his fate?
How does a mother explain?
How ascertain it won't hurt a bit
That's the crux of the problem
The depth of all our pain
Ah honey I'm so sorry
You have to go through all this
If only it were like on Star Trek
No needles...no stress...no pain
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