21 May 2022

My Stroke

 

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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