When I have a headache
Or my tummy gets upset,
You are the finest doctor
That I have ever met.
When you caress my forehead
Or draw me close in your embrace,
I feel my world is perfect
And I am in my place;
And I have the gentle pleasure
Of being in your arms
Where little minor ailments
Are banished by your charms.
By Betty L. Killebrew
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