Friday, October 6, 2017

Poetic Asides Recognition

Recognition

When my husband had a stroke,
our host home client stayed in respite care.
Three weeks later, I picked him up
and we drove the 75 miles to visit
Hubby in the rehab center.

Hubby was in bed when we walked in.
I thought our guy would be happy,
but he didn’t seem to recognize him.
Hubby got out of bed and wheeled
to the table in the dining room.

We talked about his therapies.
After a few minutes, the light went on
in the childlike man’s eyes.
He lunged toward his caregiver.

Recognition. 

1 comment:

Sandi said...

Beautiful. And stirring.