Thinking of You

I wonder how you’re doing, are they treating you right? Tucking you in at night? I wish I knew if you will ever get to be you. Or will they take that too. I miss you. My heart is on the edge, thinking of you. I love you still, until my very last meal. Do they teach you to pray? That God is thinking of you? Are they pushing your thoughts away? Making you forget us, until your very last day? I don’t understand, if your father was a real man… why won’t he do by you what’s right? He should fight with all his might, do what’s right. I wish I could help you, instead I sit here. In tears, I sit still thinking of you.

Dedicated to my nephew.

I miss you.

Author's Note

True emotions here. Feel them almost every day..

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not bad, but I feel like you could have expanded this a lot more instead of just rote questioning. As it stands it starts to drag on after a little bit, which is a shame considering the sentiment behind this piece. You've got a good start here, but there's still places you can polish.