His independence
taken by stroke;
he fights back
and I am there for him.
Near, aware,
anticipating his needs,
but reaching out
only as he calls.
Standing silently by
as he struggles
to regain all
that he has lost
Recognizing little steps,
slow walks, independent moves;
as days, months, and years pass,
on its own personal schedule.
I am the well spouse;
aware of his needs
while minding those
of my own.
Plans for tomorrow
are fluid, ever changing.
Still,
I am there for him.
Read other works by Sue in “From My Heart in Pictures and Poetry” and “Storms of Stroke.”
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