Band aid (plaster)

I titled this band aid mainly because it sounded better than plaster… I always call it a plaster but in this case it just sounded better… This little poem came to me after i fell over ahha… Enjoy 🙂

the band aid
The band aid sits softly on my skin
Hides the marks from your eyes
Sticks to me like a protective friend
Holding in each drop that try’s to escape

Tending to my graze, healing ever cut
Every little accident under strict supervision
Holding together in such a delicate manner
The band aid is like a caring mother

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