She came to me, clutching her hand
as if she was clutching her life
Her little sobs
As delicate as dying breaths

She looked at me
with those bug-green eyes
pleading for my attention
for once to nurture and care

Within her *******
was a splinter
that she tried to rescue herself
instead shoving it further in

She took a sharp breath
as my magic hands
set it free -
set her free.

I sighed to myself
as she skipped away

For who is there
to rescue the splinters from me?