Stroke equipment by a stroke warrior
A wheelchair similar to the one Alon was in while at CarePartners.

And, I wept.

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.

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