Writes a daughter on a small note
in her beginner's handwriting
lines veering up then down
random letters capitalized
because a child sees important things
where bigger people fail to look.
I do not remember
what ailment or sickness she saw in me
which called her to pour forth care.
A cold. A bruised bone. A headache.
I do not remember.
I pasted the note in my journal
and now some two decades later
I come across her words
my mind tormented and anguished
by choices made though not my own
which I remember with each breath.
It has been twenty years for me
to begin to feel better soon.
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