A Massage Therapist

"Your muscles hold memories", didn't you know,
  your posture, past injuries, so better go slow..
  "No pain, no gain" leaves one worse for the wear,
  a torn achilles, a rotator tear..
  Is your core soft? Do you have pain in your back?
  "Your muscles work in pairs, and take up the slack".
  I will say these cliches before performing a massage,
  and then I get lost in my effleurage...
  I became a massage therapist at the age of fifty,
  at the time, I thought it quite nifty..
  Energy work has been fascinating for certain but now
  at times my poor back is a hurting...
  I now get massages more regularly, so I can keep
  practicing, naturally...
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Leffanta Avatar
February 21, 2020 at 1:38 PM
My paternal grandfather became a Masseur in his old age due to his reputation for curing the common cold with foot massages (he knew exactly where to find the knot; I don't). So your skill as a Masseuse - and poet - shall always be appreciated! Aloha! Rico
Gauthier Avatar
February 21, 2020 at 8:16 AM
Lovely poem, Nancy. Funny how you have to learn to accept so you an better give.
Kaufman Avatar
February 22, 2020 at 6:10 AM
this is so true..been more of a giver and don't always know how to accept from others..thanks Line..
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