Sitting there, watching intent.
Observing eyes, holding hand
Quiet, fingers stroking cast.
Lips moving, sound too fast
To understand. But grateful
To see you, little handful.
You’re here, you’re here.
Lost you, lost you, fear
Engulfing, overwhelming
Fear, relief, horror, crying.
Head against my arm
Comforting, caressing, warm
Doctor guiding you away
Don’t go, don’t go, stay.
Don’t go, lost you, found you
We made it through.
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