And, I wept
This memory poem is about my stay at CarePartners, a rehabilitation center, after suffering the consequences of a stroke. I penned this poem a few years later.
My ex-wife and my daughters were long gone.
While outside I was turning my wheelchair left, right, left, right.
Next, as I came to an incline, I scraped my shoe on the driveway.
I came down hard. There were people in the driveway but no one helped.
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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