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.