Healing

I saw her as a mere babe.
A child
who I could see,
was in trouble.
She could not speak,
but I picked her up
and cradles her in my arms.
Protecting her as best as I could.
Pressed against my chest,
with only a blanket to shield her...

from the cold, 

the pain 

and the hurt.

She woke and smiled.

It was going to be alright...