Stars

He touched her forehead
made a face to show
tight lips pursed to promise he meant
what he said when he said
that he'd do the right thing
He combed her hair
he brought blankets and bread
the two of them so small
like the tiniest stars of the wintery skies
Run away
run away if you have to
Run away
run away you bastard
He touched their heads
never been so afraid
the three of them so small
like the tiniest starts of the cold summer sky