Tippy's Poem Just below the edge of thought she senses you and what you taught She pauses just to watch your hands your wishes now are her commands fingers softly subtly dance waving gently, now's her chance trusting jumping right on cue she follows signals straight and true now she's practiced and she's run lifted up because she's done reassuring fingers soothe she relaxes as you smooth touch so tender ever kind healing fingers help unwind lifting, holding, sliding through ever loving warm and true