10/03/2024
Oct 9, 2021, at 1:08 PM, Francie Burnham wrote:
This morning, I wrote you a poem.
This "Mangahas Medical Massage Ode"
I'm a willing bowl of jello in your tender old-man hands,
My muscles back to mellow, aligning all the strands.
At times, I was transported, seeing colors with closed eyes,
While sweet pain-drain's afforded by a luller of deep sighs.
Echoing around you, resounding rounds of applause
To the healing power of touch through a Rabel with a cause
Second poem by Francie 112521:
I've met a masseuse whose hands are of use
in casting an electrical spell,
A current of kindness that serves to remind us
of lessons our muscles know well.
It tingles all through you, a gift that imbues you
with tensions released! Thanks, Rabel.
No hocus pocus, his power of focus
flows like a dance through your body,
Meandering like water, soft-tissue unknotter,
Relieving the stress that's embodied.
His understated brilliancy leads you to resiliency.
And, with each evolving dance, you are healed and re-entranced.
Rabel listens well, to what's said and what's not --
From breathing, to sighs, to releasing a knot.
Impromptu exchanges, caught deep in your tissues,
Then, letting it all flow, resolving your issues.
His passion: pass-on Mangahas' philosophy --
Life's goal: Age well, as pain free as possibly!
Francie Burnham died about December 2022 after I completed my first trimester in acupuncture and integrative medicine college in Berkeley’
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