Get well soon, kiddo!

Poetry

I hear his scream,
And I rush to his room,
And I see him,
Trying to move. 

I offer him a hand,
He shakes his head,
As he tries to stand,
And get out of the bed. 

He winces at every step,
And my heart just breaks,
He lets out a yelp,
And my insides crack. 

I wish I could help,
Take away all his pain,
But all I can do is stay,
And watch in vain.

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