Some One Loves Me

A Poem from a poet friend Lisa Wagner, and posted with permission, and EXACTLY as written (and thank you so very much Lisa!).

Lisa Wagner reserves all rights. She also reserves the right to revise this poem, as it was a '2nd draft'.

She don't look special to you -
You can tell she aint healthy,
unmarried and unwealthy, too!

See her, looking so heavy,
dressed almost like
a hobo's linen closet,
and un-beautiful, un-adorned
smells like a bunch of ciggaretts too!

She don't look like your mother
or your mother's mother -
sure don't look like anybody's lover.
I bet your being thankful she ain't you,
And I bet you're feeling positive -
whatever became of her,
could never become of you!

See her - movin' along in her power-chair alone;
See her skin, so pale -
You can tell she hardly ever leaves home,
and with reproach you think to ask youself,
"Would YOU?"

Look at her stuff, hangin' about her wheelchair;
an umbrella, a bag of yarn,
some blanket like overcoat, and eew - !
a bag of urine, too!

She don't look like no one special to you,
She don't look worth an ounce of your regard,
and if she gets too close;
I'm sure you're prepared and feeling rude,
don't even look her in the eyes,
she may need some help, or a word of you -

But she is special to someone.
Yea, she's not always alone -
Somebody Cares
Somebody jumps at her every whim
Somebody visits her, and hugs her.
And even kisses her too!

Yea, she's somebody special, somebody loves her -
(evvy, I do.)
And if no one else in this world
treats you kind,
pay it no sorrow, pay it no mind
Cos' I know someone else who loves you too -
He is God, our Father in Heaven
and amoung him -
You are beautiful, and worthy,
and special, too.