After the stroke

June 06, 1996|By Adelaide C. Rackemann

He will not dance again,

or sing.

He cannot talk or walk,

Or even stand.

He cannot read or write,

the blue eyes a vacant stare,

As from the flickering

Television screen.

He looks uncomprehending

at ''The Price Is Right.''

His world has shrunk

To a half-filled water glass,

A box of Kleenex by his bed,

Bewilderment.

And yet he understands

A kiss, and knows

That in the kingdom

of my heart,

He wears the crown.

Pub Date: 6/06/96

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