Monkey
        by Christina~miss you Lyle.  (christina@Writing.Com)
"Monkey

He was sick – very sick,
and he looked at me with hope in his eyes,
as if he knew I was going to save him.
His malnourished face and thin being said it all.
His little body, trembled with my touch,
but relaxed and breathed evenly soon.
I stroked his head and took his fingers in mine.
He caught on tightly
to bear the pain he was undergoing.
I took him in my lap, moving my hands on his fragile being.
Massaging and stroking, giving power to the muscles and bones.
I fed him vitamins and minerals,
along with high-protein food.
Few days on, he felt better.
Running and making sounds,
climbing trees and eating fruits.
I loved that baby, like my own.
We lived together and had all sorts of fun.
I enjoyed the time I spent with him each day.
He became my family, a part of my life.
He - my little baby monkey.


5:23-5:31 pm. 18 Jan 2009
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