Yuletide Hope
by Karen O’Leary

I pushed Dad
in his wheelchair
to the lounge to hear
Stanton’s Christmas
Choir Cantata.

Dad and I always
shared the love
of music. A stroke
left him paralyzed,
in a mute world.

“Please Lord send
us a Christmas miracle.”

Half way through
the program singing,
Joy to the World, Dad
tapped with one
finger on his knee.

I reached out my finger
and Dad wrapped
his around mine,
just like when I
was a little girl.

We were connected
in our hearts. I could
feel him once again.
With Silent Night,
we were both in tears.


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