Waiting for him to find the words to finish thoughts so I could understand. Waiting as he rises from his chair reaches for his cane, and with effort, takes his stand. Waiting as he starts his march; pondering the process before even first he steps. Waiting as he slowly moves one foot and then the other. Waiting in one office or another for this, for that; but always. Waiting for him to climb the stairs each night. Waiting while the clock ticks on and past dreams melt like morning dew. Waiting for free time that never seems to be. Waiting caring for his needs mindful of his struggle delighted that he’s here.
© Sue k Green 4/27/14 Caring for Husband, post-stroke
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