CHAPTER 4

One day She came back to the room 

Later than usual after work, 

She was holding a bag 

With a great smile on Her face. 

"I've brought some leftover hearts from a dissection, 

Would you like me to teach you about them?" 

She had said so casually, 

As if She wasn't talking about dissecting an organ. 

I awkwardly agreed, 

We put on our gloves 

And stood before the plastic covered table 

That She'd lovingly decorated with two dried hearts. 

She took a pointer 

And directed my eyes to different parts of the heart, 

All with a loving motherly voice 

That I couldn't imagine Her using with Her students. 

"Pulmonary artery carries blood to the lungs, 

Pulmonary vein from the lungs. 

Aorta carries blood to the body, 

Vena Cava from the body." 

Then She used a scalpel to cut the organ 

And I copied Her moves. 

Then before me would lie 

The butterflied sheep's heart. 

She pointed again to the heart, 

Now looking me in the eyes, saying, 

"Here in the right atrium 

Are pacemakers, controlling the heart rate. 

Sometimes when I'm with you they don't work, 

Because you make my heart rate go so high!" 

She smiled Her usual smile, 

Though I was perplexed as to what that was meant to mean. 

She pointed on the outer side of the heart saying, 

"Here are the coronary arteries, 

Which supply the heart with blood, 

They can get clogged and cause disease." 

She stopped for a moment, tearing up a bit, 

"Oh Dear, please stay healthy, 

I'd never want you ill!" 

She said as She began to sulk. 

I realised what was happening 

And I went to hold Her, 

But I accidentally pushed Her scalpel across Her arm 

Causing a slight scratch. 

I began to apologise, 

But She puts Her finger on my lips, 

Using Her blood to write on Her arm, 

'I LOVE YOU ♡' 

With glistening tears in Her eyes 

She looked at me 

Trying to smile 

But I knew She was scared. 

I held Her and stroked Her hair 

As I let Her lay down upon me in bed. 

This time She'd fallen asleep on me 

And I was wide awake, 

Stroking Her gently 

As She stirred in Her sleep. 

Throughout Her days and Her nights, 

I would cherish Her. 

My Marvellous, Special Sweetheart, 

Rosie.