how it wore

 i love the way you dive in my story

how you made me throw cartwheels

out from my wheelchair , into that carrier

how you pick me up like an aupair 

stroke me like an little kitty cat 

and when i wore about to go to bed 

you always there to pat 

me on the head 

i recall when i woke up and here your voice

perfect sekvens, hopefully we still be friends 

after i write this poems about us and how it was

you   are my time capsule , and i dig how it wore 

elegant , graceful and try it restore 

because you deserve to work 

in a place full with love 

because you are ... beloved