When dark of night lay on the window sill
And silence settles, no voice to be heard
In one single moment, life is struck still
Muscles inactive, all reason was blurred…
But a glimmer of hope always rests there
With HIS light shining, a will to survive
Muscles return, words come slowly with care
Of thoughts pen and paper, I was alive!
For in the darkness one thought would appear
Friendships are waiting, I must find my way
The path grinds slowly, with sometimes a tear
I’ve joined mind and body, healed every day!
When I find strange words, and puzzle or stare
Now I find humor, and no longer swear!
* In the beginning with a stroke so many words are absent. I seemed to find only one explicative that I could easily remember. Fortunately, my vocabulary improved and I am no longer embarrassed!
Whishing you all a healthy and happy New Year, Betty