She has to go
explaining to the entire world
what her profession is
about.
Hates the SPA’s, the
lady who rubs and Mr. Chon Mico,
the chiropractor, herbalists
and masseurs.
She can’t stand the mention
of witches or Obeah man.
Crosses herself when she
hears the indians chiefs
Caramansoy and
Intirrayni on the radio, and
never ever, ever,
will work with any of
these rare specimens.
Always has a good story
to tell,
she knows anatomy and
every body part.
Is sexy in uniform and
has
very interesting tools
at her clinic.
She has enchanting
eyes,
one “good note” way to
speak,
and, after she blinks
her eyes, make you feel
in the arms of trust.
But are her hands,
smooth and firm,
which relieved with
her skills,
almost, almost all
ills, that others avoid.
She rehabilitates
members like no one,
improving a good
quality of life.
If it’s necessary,
provides home care
and adapts orthopedic
appliances and prosthesis for you.
It's her, Vilma, my physical
therapist.
A thousand thanks for
seeing me
with that special
touch
during the last three
weeks.
Congratulations on
your day!
