It comes every morning
is gone every night.
It comes without warning.
‘Tis a terrible plight.


I wish I could do something
to cause this to cease
and I can’t find one thing
to bring her relief.


I offer my love
for that’s all I can do
and I wait with her daily
’til symptoms are few.


The Doc offers stuff
that she gulps down each day
but it’s seldom enough
to keep things at bay.


Oh her plight would be worse
without medical pills.
And I offer her verse
to assist her with ills.


Maybe these give assistance
to deal with her pain
and even if not
I’ll keep trying again.

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