My Prayer

My prayer
My little friend
Is for your safe return
Although you are with me
In body
And spirit
Your health is not

My tears fall gently
Upon your soft fur
As I sit and hold you
Though even in illness
You are not cowed
And aid
Isn't received lightly
But it is accepted
Eventually

Oh my dear little one
If my words
Were formed of and formed
Magic
Then I would have you well
But instead
I can only
Offer you my love
And my tears


Terry Rhiannyr
April, 2013