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