A poem written by a fellow member of a group I belong to . I dedicate it to Julie Smith-Partridge For our care givers: Sometimes I feel as though I’m trapped in a cage, It fills me with anger, resentment and rage; This cage it is made of my own flesh and bone, It’s worse than any made of wood, steel or stone. My limbs will all tremble as if I’m nervous or cold, I no longer write, hands won’t do as they’re told; My feet, they are heavy and make me walk slow, My face a blank canvas, no expressions will show. I want to still show you I love you and care, But all you can see is a cold lonely stare. You must always ask me to repeat what Ive said; My speech is much slower than what Ive thought in my head. I want to run to your arms and embrace, But my feet won’t move I’m frozen in place; You’re there to catch me if I stumble and fall; You stand there beside me and give me your all. Youve seen me through the good and the bad, Youve been there to cheer me when Ive felt blue and sad; When my battle is over and it’s time to go, Know youve always meant more than I could ever show. _Doug Logan
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 00:22:12 +0000
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