Sick

When a baby's not feeling well, 
You're on alert
For he can't communicate
Where it might hurt.

A doctor may tell you
What's wrong and what's not,
But that baby's distress
Ties you up in a knot.

If you're lucky, your babe
May take illness in stride,
Despite all the germs
That may linger inside.

So I am relieved
To be granted such luck.
My grandson, though sick,
Still exhibits such pluck.

He's bursting with smiles
Though he's coughing and wheezing
And laughs just as soon
As he's finished his sneezing.

It sure isn't fun
When a baby is sick,
But a smile helps his relatives
Feel better quick.