Unable to stand, wheelchair mobile
Thoughts struggling for words
Captive of sleep
Recognized world shrinking
Familiarity flees leaving a vast directionless unknown
A small room, a bed
Devoid of desired conversation.
Ah, the bright times
Life steered by my own hand
Going where I pleased.
Did I not know
Did I not see
What happened to others
Would happen to me.
What was important
No longer now
A kind voice
A soft touch
Loving family and friends
A bright sunrise
Afternoon showers
Summer breezes
Autumn leaves
Laughing children
For these I am thankful
These planters of joy
For the garden of life.
December 9,2013
A touching truth of the triumph of being thankful for the little things that some take for granted. Well done my friend.
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Wow, you express it as it is. Took a tumble and found myself in your same pridicament. That third stanza said it all. Now enjoy yourself and read mine - Memory is a Cheating Thing - Adeline