Stroke

This was a poem I wrote a couple of years ago now, after my nan went into hospital.

She had a mini stroke that thankfully didn’t do any damage, but she was at risk of having a full-on stroke.

Since then, she’s had surgery to lower this risk.

She’s never gained the feeling back in her neck where they damaged the nerves, though.

(This is a common side effect of the surgery.)

This poem—aptly called ‘Stroke—is a fictional conversation between two people: my nan and me.

The regular text is spoken...