By jenn (wardenchick@yahoo.com)
Date: 17 February 1999

My Kane

You are the railing I grasp tightly,
the stool that lifts me high, 
the easy chair in which I rest,
the lamp that lights my life.

You are the sun that warms my soul,
the Aspirin for my pain.
You are the crutch that lets me lean.
You are my walking stick, my Kane.