In a body that is worn and broken,
But my spirit is intact and alert.
Although i can not communicate,
My feelings can be hurt.

It may seem like, i am not listening,
my mind is somewhere not known to you.
But i am fully aware of my surroundings,
You think i cannot communicate “ But i do“

I scream at you, for attention,
I shout for you to give me time.
Please take the time to listen,
I do live in this body of mine.

My limbs are stiff and immobile,
I can not run and my arms will never be open.
But inside, i am still a person,
Even though my body is broken.

Sheila
17/11/2014

The leaves of autumn pass away,
The fairest things below the sky.
The Summers brightest flowers decay,
Bloom awhile then fade and die.

All of nature in her beauty shines,
The gentle rain in a message speaks.
Beautiful world so grand sublime,
The richest treasures of all are mine.

As natures essence strong yet tender,
Robed in beauty it's golden fullness yield.
Beautiful world so rich, so free,
Moves the woodlands and the field.**

Sheila
17/11/2014

A small inanimate object,
just a piece of calved shiny wood.
Could bring so much attention,
As only beautiful wood could.

It’s uses is that of so many,
as a sculpture to help those to create.
others to inspire imagination,
and many to help them to paint.

As a dummy to help with demonstrations,
As a muse for inspiration to the mind.
As a companion for those that are lonely,
All built to a dummies design...**

Sheila
16/11/2014