Judy and Mikhail Bazankov in Kostroma, Russia, 1992
The First Poem April 3, 2022
You are surrounded by people who love you.
They don’t say much, but they come to see you,
call you up, send you emails and cards, hold
your arm when you’re walking in a new place,
or getting in or out of a car. You try not to fall,
but if you do, they’re right there to pull you up,
untangle you from your walker, carry a hot cup
of tea. You need more understanding and
support than you ever did before. So, despite
some frustrations, you can’t complain. You’re
valued, respected, and people love you.
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