Published 01 October 2021 in Poetry
This old familiar feeling creeping into my gut,
Wondering if you are OK
Or stuck in a rut
The thoughts swirling in my mind
The worst thought of all
Start the tears that make me blind
I pray and I pray and I beg and meditate
Sending you white light of protection that radiates
Around you – protecting, I like to think
I send you so much love, I concentrate,
Trying to send you messages through mental telepathy:
I love you,
I love you,
I love you I say.
Please son,
I beg you
let me know you are OK