After Bill suffered his strokes, he was given to bouts of depression. For no apparent reason, he would burst into tears, and all I could do was hold him until he settled down. During one such bout, he said, “I owe you a million kisses.”
This inspired the following poem from How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver. It’s written from his point of view, describing how he must have felt.
STROKE
I owe you a million kisses.
I owe you a million hugs.
And now that you are my Mrs.,
I should keep you safe from thugs.
But I have been dealt a hard blow,
which leaves me unable to do
the things I delighted in so,
and that includes loving you.
If I could hold you once more,
I’d cherish the love you provide.
If fate would open the door
and allow me to walk inside,
I’d give you a million kisses
now that you are my Mrs.
Abbie Johnson Taylor, Author of We Shall Overcome and How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver
i like this poem, Abbie. I feel Bill would have said that, but you said it for him so nicely.
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Thank you, Glenda, for your heart-felt comment.
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