Not Unlucky
Some people might think
I’m unlucky,
that my husband suffered
two strokes.
That most everything that
gets done
around here, I do.
That some needs are left
unmet.
But I thank You that my
husband is alive.
He still has his mind.
He still can walk, with
his walker.
He still can take care of
his personal needs.
He can still talk, though
he lost his “boom.”
And he’s still a good
friend
who I can laugh, cry and
pray with.
At 42 years, we’re “going
for the gold.”
Thank You, that I know,
through prayer,
everything is
Father-filtered.
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