Filling this mind with you only, wondering what you
are doing, if you're taking care of yourself like I
asked you to do.
Wishing that I could take care of you, making sure
you're eating and sleeping, knowing that your grief
has messed up your life and you're being so unmindful.
Wanting to hold you, keep you safe, but it's not really
possible, so I just keep praying for you constantly,
hoping you will turn that final corner.
Taking the first step back to the reality of your life,
everyone loves and misses you terribly, you have touched
so many people with your heart and poetry.
All of them are waiting for your return.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem RoseAnn. Sometimes all we can do is pray.