This Monday’s Poem of the Week addresses one of the aftermaths of stroke, while at the same time focusing on one of the most essential aspects of life. May we be spared this scourge, but not never forget to include the ingredient of love in all we do.
Broca’s Aphasia
The stroke too much but left her
three words;
half-smile, right arm palsied,
every step
another impending fall, the stroke
stole strength
and speech but overlooked one
heirloom gift,
the small box she opens each time
she sees me,
everyone, every greeting
I love you,
I love you all
she can say,
all she needs to.
- Bill Griffin
Medico Musings 