She was attacked by an enemy
euphemistically called a stroke
which attempted to rob her body
in its tasteless sadistic joke.
This cowardly attack on her
couldn’t steal innocence in her eyes
which had helped her capture the hearts
of all her classmate girls and guys.
Each classmate walked in and said their name
and asked if she could remember
starting classes at the old high school
every year in the warm September.
She looked into each caring face
of every person of her squad
and reached back in her memory
then gave each a slow moving nod.
What was going on in her head
as she saw each classmate pass by?
Was she happy they visited her
or was she just wanting to cry?
Did they come so they could cheer her up
or just to see her on display?
Did they succeed in their effort
before going their separate way?
And as they left with feelings mixed
aware they could each be in her place
they gave thanks for their own health
and asked God to give her much grace.
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