Letters to the Void: My Favourite People (Letter 3)
A poem on appreciation for good friends
care
[kɛː]
NOUN
feel concern or interest; attach importance to something.
“they don’t care about human life”
To you all,
The light taps on the shoulder
To check if I’m alright;
The offers to help
When I’m struggling inside;
The ‘Let me hold that for you’
As I’m afraid to ask;
The ‘I like the embroidery
You did on your face mask’;
The ‘I’ll come with you’
-Noticing my shaking knees;
The knowing I don’t try to be impolite-
That I just find it hard to speak;
The lifting me up
When I half-joke about my self-esteem;
The allowing me to stutter-
The ‘I know what you mean’;
The checking on my health
So I know someone’s there;
The waiting for me
In the middle of nowhere;
The helping me
To understand the joke;
My favourite people-
The ones I love most.
Love,
S.P
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It was the way they said it( https://medium.com/new-writers-welcome/it-was-the-way-they-said-it-79045cdc6a),
Distant stars( https://medium.com/illumination/distant-stars-362d93cb1218)
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