You moved outside into this early light,
no cars around to steal this silent walk.
A last look back,a pale strained smile,
still looking every bit the lady you are.
A day of tests before you,a testing day,
long white robes and sharp needles.
You hide your stress and worry well,
as a liner cuts through waves and swell.
This day moves slowly,clock hands redundant,
pain from these tests leaves you repugnant.
But soon this day will move upon its end,
and to your favourite gown and slippers send.
At last I can wrap my arms around you tight,
to hold you close until the next days light.
The tears I cannot hold you do not see,
for sleep you need has come now to thee..