you will feel much better

My cough was empty, my lungs struggling There was no mucus, I was worn out from the hacking My mother put Vicks vapor rub all over me The soles of my feet, my back, my neck, my chest It was two a.m. we were desperate for sleep. She fixed me vanilla chamomile tea Stirred in honey Drink this, she told me. You will be much better Nothing helped my sore throat before this tea. After this tea, I was a little better My cough subsided enough so I could sleep This was 1962, and I have never forgotten it.