When a stroke strikes, it takes what it wants.
My mother and father at Epcot for my mom's 70th Birthday.
On February 12, 2005 my mother suffered a massive stroke at the age of 63. After spending 10 days in the Hospital she was transferred to a Rehabilitation Hospital for 74 days and returned home for months of home therapies were she learned how to walk again. Unfortunately she never regained the use of her right arm or her speech. My father who cares for my mother at home, moved to Florida a year after the stroke. My mother has shown me great strength and courage in the ways she has overcome the challenges she encounters. My father, well , he's our hero.
This poem is the first piece of writing I had done since high school.
We lost a piece of you one night.
god has it with him and is holding you tight.
We pray to him to protect you with care,
In hopes that your voice we'll all soon hear.
We long for you to walk and speak,
In our prayers this we keep.
If this is Gods plan to keep you this way,
We will get through it with each passing day.
But I believe he has other plans,
don't you worry, he has you cradled in his hands.
For each time you smile you light up our hearts,
We know you'll work hard to do your part.
We will be with you every step of the way,
and look forward to talking soon one day.