In so many situations caring for someone requires you to lie. It’s never a comfortable thing but one just has to balance something bad against something even worse; in some situations there is no absolutely honest course of action.
Good night my lovely one sleep well and sound,
You’re safe I’ll never let you go away.
Each night I say this to you as I’ve found,
You calm and then it finishes your day.
But every time I say this awful phrase,
I dread the time will come the buried lie,
Which now disturbs my heart and on me weighs,
Will out and you must go as I stand by.
A time will come when all my love and skill,
Will count for naught when damage to your mind,
Though catastrophic, yet will still not kill,
And your capacities have all declined.
I know that though the lie does make me weep,
It’s worth the pain for your untroubled sleep.