Strokes are Despicable Thieves
Strokes stole
from my husband and me.
They robbed him
of his deep singing voice
and his clarity
when he speaks.
They took his
ability to swallow
which makes our
meals silent
as he concentrates
on eating without choking.
They walked
away with his ability to walk.
Sometimes when
he’s using his walker
he’ll stand and
hug me while I hold him up.
They pilfered
his pride from his employment.
Thieves often
break things when they
do their
dastardly deeds.
They broke my
husband’s brain
and “emotional thermostat,”
making him
laugh and cry a lot.
But like a
common thief can target electronics
and overlook priceless
heirlooms, they failed
to take his sense
of humor, faith, love and hope.
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