A Pome a Day for a Year

If only you could see her
you would know from her face,
she scooped me up,
and tucked me in
and doted in our place.

She paused to stop and listen,
to the ramblings of the ill,
a poorly boy,
sweating sickness,
mumbling noises with a spill.

She nodded, let me blabber,
she rubbed my head and back,
my aching skin,
my delerium,
she shielded me from flack.

We listened to my favourite album,
patient all the while,
I cried on hearing
any song,
she shushed me with a smile.

This girl who cares so deeply
for a man made all of mess,
she never once
blamed me for me,
a first, I will confess.

My violet girl, my wild whirlpool
the beginning of our world,
we sparkle through
deep water,
our future love unfurled.