I long to pick up the phone
To Dial your number
And hear “Hey my only nephew”
But I can’t
COVID-19 stole that from me in April
No longer can I ask for a prayer or hear you laugh
Non longer can I hear how your day or week has been
All of my routines are out of sorts
No more hugs
No more celebrating milestones
Just memories
Every now a then one o or two tears will fall
I’m ok but yet I’m not ok
When I pray I slip and still say your name
Lord if you don’t mind
Wrap your arms around auntie for me
Tell her her only nephew is doing fine
Tell her I miss her
Tell her I’m working on seeing her again
