Touch me, boy…touch me once again.

A glimpse into a family devastated by stroke. The agonizing decisions one must make, and how they make them.

Erotic destiny.

Gentle love in the morning dew.

How slowly life ebbs out of a home and a person. My Grandmother suffered a stroke and is paralyzed.

When my son was born something about his features reminded me so much of my father who had died many years before. Memories fade but something of the dead lives on in their descendants.

Love from a distance.

A once young woman of good health is suddenly struck down by an unexpected stroke, Words that once came easily are now getting hard to find, The ability to reach out and pluck the words from thin air is no longer there, who cares?

Poetry.

Lovers early in the morning.
Written December 8,1989.