I wrote this poem still thinking that my cane was a temporary annoyance. Little did I know . . .
Stepping outside the theater where Jess and I saw Hitch today,
An elderly man stopped me while I was on my way.
I braced myself for the worst, ‘cuz negative remarks I’ve previously heard,
So I was more than pleasantly surprised to hear an encouraging word.
The man had a one-point cane but said he’d had one like mine,
But he had graduated, I saw, and was walking nearly fine.
He asked how long I’d had the cane and I answered him “June.”
His kind and understanding eyes assured me I’d be cane-less soon.
He said his name was Lou and asked my name, which I said so he could hear,
Even though I currently have trouble with “m” sounds, he repeated my name, clear.
Walking without a cane in hand is something I know I can do,
Thanks to the encouraging words of a nice man I call “Sweet Lou.”
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