His tender hands taught me how to love and be loved.
His voice taught me how to write, cook, appreciate life.
His heart taught me that I can do and be anything I want.
Without him, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
He has left this world.
His legacy will always live.
The above poem is about the special man in my life, my late husband Bill. Even after the strokes that paralyzed his left side, he was a great influence and inspiration in my life. You can read our story in My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds.
Thanks to poet Marilyn Johnston, who recently led a mini-workshop for Behind Our Eyes, an organization of disabled writers to which I belong. Her prompt to write about someone’s hands teaching us something, along with Girlie…
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