Because I cannot be there to hold my father’s hand,
I walk into my children’s room and hold my daughter and son—
as if love in one room emits a wave strong enough
to be felt many states away. Because I am afraid,
I don’t try to pretend I am not. Tears run hot
down my face and I don’t dam them.
When they dry, I let them dry.
Because I am helpless to fix my father’s kidneys,
I tell him I love him, as if words could help
filter his blood before returning it to his heart,
his tender heart.
Because the helicopter is flying him to Miami,
the blades of my worry begin to spin.
Because I can’t stop them, I turn them
into a giant wing that carries prayers
into the rooms where I’m not allowed to go.
And though I’m not there, I hold his hand,
imagine it heavy in my own. Because maybe
he can feel it. Because I don’t want him to be alone.
Love like that can’t help but affect matter.
thank you, Laura. whew, and I am feeling it, too, coming at me–thank you. xo
Nothing stops love. Nothing. I know he will feel it like a blessing.
thank you, friend for this affirmation–and so i keep sending it like morse code
Heartrending. Praying for healing and peace for your family
thank you, friend, and prayers for all families who are in this situation right now. xo
Love escapes all walls we try to confine it in. Those wings of prayer will stretch high and reach everywhere. Praying for you and your family. May peace and comfort surround you as you wait for further news.
Thank you, Joy … for the prayers and for the comfort. Dad is in the hospital now where they can help him, though I hate for him to be all alone. Love to everyone in this situation.
I’m sorry, Rosemerry. .How hard this must be! My very best wishes go out to you…..and to him….
Carol, thank you. it’s a difficult time. Dad is out of critical condition, though–going the right direction
I am so glad to read this last comment. Keep writing, keep going through the motions. Your love has subtle powers.
Rachel, thank you. I believe in subtle powers.