she floats my boat
she’s the sun in my shine
she speaks, I listen
because she is wise, compassionate and direct
I’m a better listener because of her
I can be a better listener— because of her
she laughs, she glows
I don’t make her laugh enough and
I want to make her laugh— more
because when she laughs
the world is a better place and
my world has more light
by the way, she’ll say she’s funnier than I am
she probably is
she has a great delivery
like Joan Rivers
only she isn’t Jewish but
her delivery is Jewish comedienne and
it cracks me up
she has a smile that a blind man can see, well
a smile that a blind man can feel
when I see it, when I feel it
I know I’ll be okay
of course, she is kind and
her kindness makes me stumble
I aspire to be kind like her
don’t get me wrong she can be tough
she’s had tough times and
has done her inner work and
that makes me proud of her—
she is the air that I breathe and
I can’t live without her
that may sound corny, like an old song but
she’s the air in my balloon
making me rise
with her I soar and
the sky’s the limit
like a flight of doves
released from an altar
possibilities endless
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