A Stroke of Time by Connell McMenamin

I met her in her house

She couldn’t move her right side

but inside

she was warmer

than the pictures of her close ones on the walls.

 

Her lover loved her

it was clear to see

and so was she not concerned

about mobility.

 

A stroke she’d had

or a stroke of luck

never had she

on her walk to work

thought the bicycle

would cycle

right into her.

 

Into her soul,

but she was not sole,

for she had Hope.

 

And when it’s all lost it seems

never give up you see

because in the darkest times

you might find your true strength

and have a stroke of brilliance.

 

Because we never really die

and all those who wander are not really lost.

So if you have a stroke,

Remember please that all is not lost.

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