A stroke of insight
The therapist, accompanying her
on that first safari to the Laundromat,
as she gazed at coins that were meaningless,
said 'what’s one and one? '
'What’s a one? ' she replied;
and somewhere, at the back
of life’s circling cycle, wisdom met
with innocence, and cried and laughed...
Early in her recovery,
her brain’s left hemisphere yet to heal,
she could not speak her messages
and yet – both hemispheres collaborating - still
could sing them..
as perhaps, the angels know.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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