Last night as I was waiting
For sleep to softly set
And close my heavy eyes,
I gazed about me with farewell
Already creeping into me.
I watched the sleeping bump
Beside me,
No more than a tuft of golden hair
In sight above her covers.
The magpie, silent now,
With her child-dreams
And blanket,
Would leave a mark on my heart.
Her goldfish swam 
In their glass home,
And I thought about their life,
Never being able to leave,
But never having to
Say goodbye.