Hold up to her eyes as if to admire
A syringe
Already I can feel the sharp point
Going into my skin
I'm scared I don't know why since
A child I fear
The dreaded needle even the idle
Ones in the drawer
You find in a box amongst buttons
And threads
She said don't worry it'll hurt a tiny
Little bit
Mother said the doctor knows what
To do so sit
Grimaced a sad tinge why needles
Made such pain
Seeing blood extracted it's something
That'll remain in my brain
I'd swear not to go there even with
Treats or threats
Shortly I've to have my normal blood
Test and screen
Oh to go through the same anxiety of
The pain unseen
Without mother's comfort but I know
She's near by my side
Looking over my shoulders to give me
A pat when I cried
There now she'd say that wasn't bad
Was it?
Agreed or not I quietly nobbed