The Park Poem by Sabrina ,

the afternoon in the park
birds singing on the trees
I stay by the jogging road
waiting for my friend to arrive

he pulls me to a place
where we lay on the grass
under a great tree we chat
while he plays with my legs

he says my legs feel warm
but I cannot feel his touch
he says he knows a good healing massage

before I start crying again
he puts me back in the wheelchair
and he tells me everything is going to be OK