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    By the Stroke of My Hand: Poems by a Stroke Survivor and Natural Wordsmith
    By the Stroke of My Hand: Poems by a Stroke Survivor and Natural Wordsmith
    By the Stroke of My Hand: Poems by a Stroke Survivor and Natural Wordsmith
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    By the Stroke of My Hand: Poems by a Stroke Survivor and Natural Wordsmith

    By Thomas Clelland

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    Within these pages of this little book you find a small collection of Thomas favorite poems. Thomas had a stroke in 0202 resulting in numbness down the whole of the left side of his body and often falls as not able feel the ground beneath his feet. He is still not fully steady on his feet but still ventures out into the community. Thomas’s secret to staying hopeful is to never give in when your chips are down! After the stroke he became more interested in painting pictures of his local area, bringing his poetry alive. Thomas’s poetry takes the reader on a journey where there is only fun, laughter and reflective moments of stillness and pause sprinkled with a little star dust. Pure magic!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris UK
    Release dateMar 31, 2022
    ISBN9781664116153

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      By the Stroke of My Hand - Thomas Clelland

      By the Stroke

      of My Hand

      Poems by a Stroke Survivor

      and Natural Wordsmith

      Thomas Clelland

      Copyright © 2022 by Thomas Clelland.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      All illustrations have been created by Thomas Clelland.

      Rev. date: 03/15/2022

      Xlibris

      UK TFN: 0800 0148620 (Toll Free inside the UK)

      UK Local: (02) 0369 56328 (+44 20 3695 6328 from outside the UK)

      www.Xlibrispublishing.co.uk

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      Contents

      Acknowledgement

      Introduction by Thomas Clelland

      The Stroke

      Strange Land

      The Little Man

      Invisible Leaves

      The Messenger

      Blind Ambition

      The Mirror

      Writer’s block

      Clouds

      Without Love

      The Fool

      I am a silent face

      I’m looking for Mr Right

      Do you see my love

      There’s a window

      I should have spent more time

      My dog ran away with my breakfast

      People are like drops of rain

      Consequence and circumstance

      A place called youth

      Illusion and Confusion

      Does reality cause dreams

      Did you lose something on the way?

      What is it all about?

      I had a dream of Charlie

      Don’t fall in love with the Barmaid

      Death walks among Us

      An alien

      Look at every sunset

      Eyes that dance

      There’s a tiger

      Dust Is the Key

      There are some that will

      Let’s all return to smaller days

      Wintertime is here

      Where was I before I said I was

      Welcome Home

      I have dedicated my book to all stroke

      survivors and their carers.

      Acknowledgement

      I would like to acknowledge Susan O Evans, a North London Hospice Compassionate Neighbour. She saw the vision of creating a book of my poems and without her support you would not be reading this book right now.

      True Patience

      Been in hospital many times and they say that we are the patients

      But the real meaning of the patients

      Are the gallant band who have the patience day and night within and without a fuss

      Always smiling and having the patience to look after those who need it most

      Sometimes without thanks sometimes with thanks

      But the real meaning of patients are the patient people who look after us day and night

      Without them we would be in a terrible plight

      So thank you for all of you doctors nurses

      And all the others who have the patience to see it through

      So the real meaning of patients are the ones

      Who always have the patience with us without a fuss

      Introduction by Thomas Clelland

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