Collecting her up within his arms.
Gathering them, curtain like
Around her frail and tiny form.
Her body against his,
Her head upon his shoulder.
Steel strong arms that held
Her baby-doll weight unnoticed,
Carrying her across the room
Then lowering gently 'till she rested
On the duck down softness
Of a large warm bed.
Sitting beside her he watched her
Even featured face beneath his own.
Noting each and every line.
The side of his face he placed against her cheek
And rested there remembering,
Absolutely still the two
Or three short hours
That the colour and the warmth
Took to drain from her still
And stiffening form

©Crocodile Productions - 1986