He was wanted. He was loved,
even after he suffered two paralyzing strokes.
I cared for him until he left this world.
Even when I made mistakes,
his soft words and gentle touch spoke volumes.
Most of my memories of our time together are happy ones,
but we encountered obstacles I wasn’t sure could be overcome.
Through good times and bad, our love for each other remained unconditional.
If you’d like to read more about my life with my late husband Bill, you can purchase My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds. The above poem was inspired by Girlie on the Edge’s six-sentence story prompt for this week. You can click on the Play button below to hear me read it.
The word is “volume,” and the idea is to write a story or poem of no more…
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