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UNDER THE BIG TOP

 

Like the daring young man on the flying trapeze,
he glides through the air, smiles down on me.
I wink, say, “Bravo!”

We’re not in a circus but in our bedroom.
His left arm and leg useless,
a mechanical lift raises him off the bed,
propels him across the room,
lowers him to the commode, ready for the shower.
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This poem appears in My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds.