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Forty years ago, in 1978, I remember Dr. Kay Polydore saw the following ode on my 'fridge' in Cornwall Street and chuckled. I reproduce it here in the hope that she and all those still affected by Maria can appreciate the patient, positive and faithful incrementing of recovery and progress that its simplicity suggests.

Last Night I Chuckled

I know the days are getting better
I can feel a gentle warmth in my bones
Going is the pain and coldness
Along with the dread and darkness
Last night I chuckled
I just can't wait for tomorrow
When the sun comes arising
And the trek of the earth comes my way
I'll be up and a-moving
'Trodding' my path to tomorrow
Last night I chuckled
I just can't wait for tomorrow
There's a pep in my step
A stride in my feelings
There's purpose in my thoughts
Reason for living
Last night I chuckled
I just can't wait for tomorrow For the days are getting brighter
There's a warming in my heart
My circle is growing wider
My wings are spreading apart
Last night I chuckled
I just can't wait for tomorrow
When my step will be stronger
And the pain will be no longer
When my titter will grow to open laughter
And the coldness be a thing of the past
Last night I chuckled
I just can't wait for tomorrow
For the stride in my feelings
And a life worth the living
Last night I tittered, last night

Leonardo Joshua zigzugzabbatt@gmail.com


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