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.
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