I was running through these pages,
Your books, I dried them all up.
I threw away what was rotting.
We all tried to mend.
Take off our surfaces and laid them out in the sun to dry.
Your face was cracked.
I took you down to the water to heal your knees,
You’ve been standing through this.
Wash off the heaviness,
And those rocks in your pockets are starting weigh you down.
You didn’t notice.
On our way back, I almost stepped on it.
Sinking into the grass - covering miles of your sight,
I found it.
Almost blended in was the smallest purple flower budding - on it’s way to finding its way.
We were relieved, as we know that she was on the way to
Recovering.