When my children suffer I feel so bad,
I’m torn apart inside and sad,
When words alone can’t stop the tears,
Nor all my love through out the years.
I stand aside, a stranger looking in,
Just waiting for a tiny grin,
Panicking inside myself worried and alone,
And praying for a doctor to answer the phone.
A click and the doc answers my call,
He assures me they’re alright, a bit hot that’s all,
I just have to watch them close through the night,
Then when morning comes my kids are alright.
I sit and I wonder what I panicked for,
But I love all my children and that is for sure,
With kisses and cuddles I greet them each day,
And I always thank god they’re healthy again.