YOU have helped me to recover,
From an amputation six weeks ago,
And shortly I shall begin a New Life,
But I shall have to take things slow.
I am anxious to start living,
Independently again,
But this time from a wheelchair,
How? ~ I leave to YOUR Ken.
I intend to start Driving,
Shopping and Cooking too,
How YOU have planned my Life,
I shall willingly leave to YOU.
My Right leg it was buried
In Bushey Jewish Cemetery,
I may soon live near it,
‘tis Ironic ~ YOU will agree.
Where I shall live and what I shall do,
Has been planned since I was born,
I fully understand it,
As this day begins its new morn.
14 March 2014.
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