He looked so young
Blonde his hair
He held the passports
As a burden of care.

No disbelief
No real surprise
And not even shame
In his bright blue eyes.

Face like flint
He didn't ask for help
Only that passport
In his hands he felt.

This his job
His immediate task
No reason why
He should never been asked.

He barely flinched 
When he heard her swear
And stumble across 
The airport floor

He'd get her home
Away from the bad
He'd make her feel better
As he always had.

I smiled at him
Though he never saw
I was proud of him
Though I so uninvolved.

I walked to the counter
Where I was asked
If I would please
Hand over my pass.

But I'd no understanding
What I needed to do
Til a small, strong voice said
'Mum I.ve kept it for you.'