Monday, 24 December 2018

A year of paradox





It’s Christmas Eve
I sit up from bed
I start to walk
I remember
I drag my leg
Painful
Slow
Unsteady 
I start my day

This is the year of paradox
The year that pain decided
my future was risky
That surgery
And it’s long slow recovery
shaped each day
The year that family 
gathered and made
a cocoon of love

The year I was disabled
by the world around me
A city of steps
and buses
beyond my reach 
Of searching
for dropped pavements 
for ramps
for everyday normality

The year our family grew
with a joy-filled arrival
our grandson 
Who knew
how babies transform
who restore
a future
to hold on to
however painfully

Even this year 
holds another chapter
of the unpredictable
that has yet again 
shifted my fragile compass 
But now it’s Christmas
and that chapter waits
while we gather
and savour the life we have





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