I tuck the thick woolen blanket
In around my sister's shoulders,
And I shush the drunken murmurs
Escaping the confines of her lips.
Smiling ruefully at the object of my attention
For the moment and fondly brushing a stray curl
Off her cheek, I perch on the edge of the
Bed, keeping watch for silent monsters in the night,
Resuming my vigil over a precious girl,
One to protect.