STROKE
I had a stroke, Oh no it was not a stroke
of luck
It was a nasty little bugger it really changed my life
I didn’t give permission, didn’t
ask it to come aboard
Like a lightning bolt it came , it
froze me to the spot
My voice it sort of left, along with walking and waving my hand
It was the strangest feeling’ as
if I was there no longer
Life came back slowly and then I knew, I’d have lot of work do
For sure just to survive was going to be quite a chore
Soon I was started on training my arm and leg and voice
To learn to talk again, move a finger and move my leg a little bit
It was so exciting and such a thrill, to see small movements that I knew
would grow
To share the excitement with others too, was so rewarding and such a
great thing
This was when, strange as it seems, I began to feel lucky in a funny
sort of way
This unwanted visitor that had struck so hard a blow
Well I know it made me grow, now I’m a better person I do believe
As time has past and things improved I’ve learned to walk, wave and talk
Above all though I now know a lot, about good people and to laugh a lot
I cannot say I enjoyed it all, but to walk, shake a hand and say hello
is good
These things I now cherish and will do so every day
I’ll never forget my carer, and remember every day
An arm to cling to, tears to wipe, hours of waiting just with hope
My carer walked alongside all the way, did the hard yards, always showed
the way
S W T Read
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