Beneath the Skin

Sometimes veins play hide and seek
When blood draws are required
And nurses who can nail one down
Deserve to be admired.

My daughter’s veins are tiny
Though the rest of her is not.
Unfortunately, doctors need
Her bloodwork quite a lot.

Today two experts, though quite nice,
Just couldn’t find a vein.
They poked and prodded, trying hard
To not cause any pain.

At last my daughter’d had enough;
Attempts came to a halt,
With lots of reassurances
That she was not at fault.

Our bodies on the outside
Don’t allow the slightest glance
Of what lurks beneath the skin
Which we discover just by chance.