As many of you know I was left permanently disabled by a Stroke in November last year.  It has left me facing early ill health retirement.  It has affected my ability to write, speak and move and I am adapting to a life of assistance. It’s been the biggest challenge ever.  I tried prayer, faith and hope and despite improvement I still long for the life I had before. 

 

I wrote this whimsical poem to summarise the futility of prayer and wishing. 

 

Wishing for Me

Whether it’s fingers crossed and eyes closed, 
Cracking open Wish bones,
A golden lamp for you to buff,
Birthday candles with a puff 
Wishing wells with magic frogs,
Leprechauns and unicorns. 

No magic sparkle,
No fairy godmother,
No genie or magic lamp.
No Father Christmas, 
No Easter Bunny,
I know it’s not even funny. 

Close my eyes and wish...

It’s still the same. 
I can’t change this. 
It’s not a game.
It’s where I am. 

Wishing doesn’t help.
Miracles are long gone. 
Praying to a useless God,
As for hope, there’s none. 

So all I do is wish.
Listen up Genie my friend, 
Find me out some magic beans,
Make everything better than it seems. 
Grant my wish,
it’s not that much.
Take me back to before.