Is writing the cure? Fuck off ALS!............
even flow?
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With an anticipating look in your eyes
Of a child waiting to be swept up by their parents arms
You look up from your chair
All the trust in your world is now put into me
Your limp left arm continues to slip from my shoulder
The good right arm does it's best to hang on
I bear hug your torso
And, up you go
A strange two step dance enuses
Bones cracking from my grip
Two steps to the bed
Must seem like eternity to you?
As you aren't really stepping at all
Your are like Raggedy Ann in my arms
Could call the dance..................
Twist and Drop
Upon your bed you now rest
Again, sitting and waiting
You lay back
I pick your legs up and turn you to a laying position
Under your arms I grip
To adjust you on to your pillows
This position you will lay in until your aide arrives the next morning
Trapped in your own private hell
Fuck I hate it!
Of a child waiting to be swept up by their parents arms
You look up from your chair
All the trust in your world is now put into me
Your limp left arm continues to slip from my shoulder
The good right arm does it's best to hang on
I bear hug your torso
And, up you go
A strange two step dance enuses
Bones cracking from my grip
Two steps to the bed
Must seem like eternity to you?
As you aren't really stepping at all
Your are like Raggedy Ann in my arms
Could call the dance..................
Twist and Drop
Upon your bed you now rest
Again, sitting and waiting
You lay back
I pick your legs up and turn you to a laying position
Under your arms I grip
To adjust you on to your pillows
This position you will lay in until your aide arrives the next morning
Trapped in your own private hell
Fuck I hate it!
You've changed your place in this world!
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(I watch from my place on the loveseat
and imagine) a floor,
gleaming and Pine-sol fresh,
one song begins
where the last ends
and
our eyes meet,
we smile at eachother,
our embrace lovingly parts
and you waltz across to where she sits,
beautiful and dazzling,
like it was 1949,
you gently take her hand
(a hand not yet crippled by arthritic pains)
and you welcome her to the floor,
she whole-heatedly accepts
and the whilrwind you both create
sweeps the crowd to their feet!
Hoots, hollers and cheers errupt,
you step aside
and allow her to take the glory
she so deserves,
her last dance,
her final bow.
(You got me crying here!!! You're a good man, {{even flow?}}! A little rough around the edges, but you don't fool me!