A Piece of Thanks to Those who Care

There's a jolting sensation in my fingertips,
I can feel it though it's barely there,
There's something new convulsing through me,
I feel something softly lifting my hair.

Your fingertips caress my chin,
And pull me in,
Lips that live to make me smile,
Find words to make it worthwhile.

There's something there in front of me,
Shining brightly through the dark,
Legs that don't care to walk further
Cause something else has left it's mark.

You never fail to be my friend,
And to my open wounds you tend,
Always help to find some peace,
If only just a little piece.

Our laughter makes it disappear,
If only for the moment,
If I could choose, I would pick
To avoid all of the unpleasant.