When I'm tired I hobble.
Symptomatic of the stroke.
To remind me a few weeks
ago, I couldn't walk at all.
So when I hobble I do so,
gratefully...
We need to be thankful for just waking up each morning. Anything beyond that is gravy! Wonderfully perceptive, Jerry. Time does heal all wounds, eventually. Linda :)
So when I hobble I do so, gratefully... ................................. It is the most desirable of words for the god... Also the god always is empty has covered you together with yours remarkable to the wife.... 10x10 Tsira
Jerry, exactly the right way to think about your situation. May your progress be ever upwards.10/10 Ian
Amen to that. Incidentally, your hobbling doesn't show... well not much anyhow. I remember your first steps on your own. And the tears we shared in response. You've come a long way, my love. This is a beautiful poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Praiseworthy Jerry, It's great when you touch the earth by foot as there were so many secrets she knows and that would help you to a long healthy life!