In week of want
She fell
Barely breathing
Soft down

Mother beaten
By quoll creeping
By midnight
Took her all

Plucked up 
Tucked inside
The crevice of 
My cleavage 

Feeling beats
Smelling skin
Plucking courage
To cuddle in

Come by night
Settle in
On straw
Under lamp light

By morn I woke
She lay still
Crushed by
Weight of
Loneliness

Sometimes
Only hearing
Beats feeling 
Spark of love
Healing

None else
Can be
Our light