Under My Wing

A good friend of mine always comes to me

As he lays his head upon my breast,

I curl my arm around his neck,

And curl him into my embrace,

Upon his forehead I give a peck,

I smooth his flowing dark hair,

With a finger I trace his cheek,

His shuddering breath releases,

As the lips he bites cannot yet speak,

I take him under my wing,

A guardian of silent comfort,

As I console his weeping conscious,

I feel like, to him, a mother,

Although I'm frail and feeble,

And he is strong and won't betray,

I'll be protecting him forever,

Until my dying day

Author's Note

I know my flow is a bit off, but this is the best I could fix it.