My friend Aileen

My friend Aileen
is a sensitive soul
she's a big dreamer
although she believe she has no goal

She is a nurse by trade
and I can tell you true
she has all sorts of methods
up her sleeve, to help you

She knows her stuff
when it comes to medicine
she even sometimes calls herself
a walking pharmacy

She's got what you need
that's for sure
Alternative healing or
method can also help with a cure

And when you're sick
she'll take care of you
you can be sure
just like moma used to do

Aileen is also sometimes
just like a big child
asking 'why?' endlessly
to feed her childlike curiosity

'Are we there yet?' She'd ask
when away on a road trip
filled with excitement, and
not to let any adventure slip

Make sure to play some music
for my friend Aileen
Especially Celtic songs
to pain a Scottish scene

Now beware; playful Aileen
can sometimes tease
but she means no harm
put your mind at ease

The thing I admire the most
about my friend, is her
capacity to forgive
and believe no ill intent

She is ready to accept that
she can look at a situation
in a different way
without much contemplation

Nature is Aileen's best friend
it shows her miracles abound
Because she is eager to see
Caterpillars, Chrysalis and butterflies around

The butterflies would carry messages
from angels and other guides
they would come and dance for her
and surround her from all sides

She loves dear Molly who
loves spending time on walks for sure
While Aileen smell the flowers
Molly sniff out natures treasures

She walks the labyrinth for inspiration
and do her journey work her way
she'll right a poem or just a note
to express what she'd love to say

her poetry all perfectly rhymes
And make her feel so proud
but when a rhyme eludes her
She express her dismay aloud

She is in touch with her feelings
and she operates from her heart
And if she is ever in doubt,
her pendulum tells her she's smart

Although she was unsure at first
and believed she sucks at techno
she now finds herself sorting
her photos, just like a real pro

I'll let you in
on a little secret thing
my friend Aileen
wish she had angel wings

I see her admire the angel wings
on the cards that she draw
stroke them lovingly
and look upon them in awe

And sometimes when Aileen
does her special healing things
I swear that I can see behind her back,
spreading beautiful white wings