I Hope You Feel Better Soon

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.