This memory poem is about how I stayed at CarePartners, a hospice center, when I suffered the consequences of the stroke.
I penned this poem a few years later.
My ex-wife and my daughters were gone long.
Last night falling, I turning my wheelchair.
Left right, left right.
Next, what’s a hill. I scrapped my shoe on the driveway.
I came down hard. There were people in the driveway. And, no one help.
I cruised up the ramp and turned right at the front doors.
The hallways were empty.
I got to my cubby.
And, I wept.