Too Congenial
In our thirty-eight years of marriage
I wondered what it would take
to get you to go to the doctor’s.
Now, I know. Two strokes later,
I’m so sorry I didn’t insist.
It may have involved
throwing a temper tantrum,
going on strike against you,
threatening to leave,
but now I wish I would have.
Taking your blood pressure,
hours of speech, occupational
physical therapies, doctor visits,
and monitoring medicines
has become our daily life.
At times, I need to be more demanding.
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