Bez Berry

Catherine

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No one was there I knew or loved

A woman dressed in blue

Stroked my hand and held it tight

She’d been with me throughout the night

How did I make it through?

 

No family or friends around

I felt alone a scared

My breath was short my eyes were wet

I owe this woman such a debt

The terror that we shared

 

I’m weak and fragile, tired and low

My body racked with pain

But still she’s here beside my bed

She wipes a cloth across my head

Her tired eyes show the strain

 

I slip into the dark once more

I do it without fear

Not ready to let go this time

To give up now would be a crime

Knowing she is near