I know you aren't feeling well,
That knowledge makes me sad;
I miss the laughter that you share,
When you're better, I'll be glad.

Get well soon, that's an order,
I need your smiling face;
I know you will fight this thing,
And win with loving grace.



Get well soon, I need you,
You're the one who makes my day;
Without your smile I'm feeling lost,
I don't think I'll find my way.



Illness can be a demon,
One who wants you down;
But I know it won't be too long,
Before you're up and around.

© Sandra S. Oidtman - 2011