Thousands of years I have lived
And now I feel like little bacteria
My heart is filled with pores
And people call it ostia

The night's are glazing with pleurobranchia
And thank God I didn't get ******* hemiplegia
Solitary I feel in my animal kingdom
I wish I could do something with my boredom.

How amazing are these euplectellian shrimps
Dieing together imprisoned
Symptoms of true love they show to me
Together up to death they are known to be.

Maybe I am the class imperfecta
But by birth I am a mammalia
I wish we could both be mycorrhiza
And get hallucinated with amanita.

Someday we would make a synapse
And get into the love with mitochondria
And there our nervous system stops
And there the impulse will walk .

No special organelles I have
I'm just 70s ribosome
My heart is incipient
With foldings of mesosome

You are there to grab the little feet of  each baby,
welcoming into this world.  
You were there beside my betterhalf
to assist her giving birth to my babaies,
you wrapped them clean and warm,
handed me those precious bundles of joy with a smile,
Vaccinated each  little arm  by pricking lovely,
You were there as a soothing cold swab in high fever
You were there in the stroke ward to support,
reassure, encourage and help my Mom walk!!
helped her out to defy hemiplegia, illuminating life!!!
When i stood beside my Dad in the cold of the ICCU,
numb and void,  you were there gently pressing shoulder
fed me, insisted to be strong
elightened me on life and death, prepared me
to  accept the  inevitable departure of Dad's soul,
stood there with prayers as he passed away peacefully
GUARDIAN ANGELS....