I want to feel the paint
I am in bed,
most of the day until late
A tray so my hands can lay
I can feel the colours you know
I long for a scent though
A pillow with aromatherapy to vent
I want to join in with the song
I can't sit or stand up all life long
A bean bag
A maraca
Now i can join in with the song,
when i feel the beat,
pitter-patter along
I like sounds
Switches can be found,
i can press,
so i don't feel less

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney