Bawling.
The artwork mailed from a friend.
The thank you card.
I got to see my daughter today
from a safe distance.
She calls me on the phone nearly every other day
which is 2000% more than usual
and yet
knowing I can’t see her
but from a distance
like a leper
me infecting her infecting me
I don’t know which direction the sickness goes
except that we’re all caught in its grasp.
Caught, like the lump in my throat.
I cry in the shower where the tears are quickly washed away
Where no one will see
unstrong me
I dry off and dress
and there on the table
the card greets me.
The artwork from a friend.
I’m bawlng again.
Thank you. Exactly.
I miss my granddaughters ❤
I miss my sons and their wives❤
I miss my church ❤
I miss my wineries and especially their owners❤
Most of all miss hugging and being hugged❤
And now I’m crying too
((hugs))
me too.
Sigh… I’m so sorry for us all