The Massage

I get down on the massage table Trying to lie as straight as I'm able My face losing it's ugly frown As you start to rub me down From your hands I feel so much care And I look forward to what we'll share Though we maybe different, like cheese and chalk We find it easy to openly talk We share so much of our hopes and dreams We discuss the world, it's pathetic schemes Honest and open about ourselves Nothing left on dusty shelves Of our busy minds and hurting heart For me each time is a chance to restart helping each other on the road to recovery Delighting in each others discovery Our ages are so far apart And yet we share an equal heart As your hands work magic on pain Your words help healing in my brain When you are done and I stand up I'm so grateful as you've filled my cup I can go and face the world again Knowing I have a caring friend I love how we understand each other My sister from a different mother Sisters on the road of life Helping each other through every strife I want to share what you've done for me Thank you so much, the lovely Shiree.