by Abbie Johnson Taylor
At three in the morning,
I’m mildly aroused
by the gentle touch of his hand.
He only has one good arm and leg,
still knows how to please me.
As he strokes me,
and I breathe the scent of his sweat,
I purr with anticipation.
But the mood is shattered when he whispers, “I need to pee.”
The above poem appears in the current issue of Magnets and Ladders. It’s also in my collection, How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver. Click here to listen to me read it.