A poem is wanting to be written
about my helper and friend David
who has instinct and knowledge to help
to fill in holes and spaces of my being.
David tall and brilliant
and accurate every step
and me –
like his fat little dog
he takes four walks
and is careful and mindful.
Want to spin into a poem
how I am not always so accurate and clever.
David reminds me of a strong wall
and I’m a tennis ball
that bounces off it-
his strength making my bounce
more pronounced and powerful.
Perhaps it would be preferred by David
if I too was an erect stone wall
instead of an old tennis ball
bouncing off.
But we are what we are
I’m not perfect
But need his guidance and help.
Hope he likes to be needed and appreciated
I can see how he can be appreciated
in so many different ways.