On Your Behalf

Serious things, funny things, you don't know the good you bring. You tell me things you'd tell no other. The right things you say, one after another. You made me laugh so hard, I sheded tears of laughter. I quickly sent you my fond regards, in hopes I'd see you shortly thereafter. I'm sorry to hear of you distress. You must of been in one heck of a mess. Hands and fingers were not meant to be glued. How on earth are you to eat your finger food? You make me smile, you make me laugh. You make me feel worthwhile. You give me all your time and a half. So I wrote this poem on your behalf.