your little steps
grow bigger
every day

your shuffling steps
tread tentatively
bravely
veering
mysteriously
to the right

How odd
for you -
you old leftie
you true believer
you dear defender
of the underdog!

your beautiful voice
grows stronger
every day

You talk now
on the phone
(a minute is your limit)
But you talk
and laugh
and say
aawhooaooaoowhooaaaooo
(echoing your beloved Goons) .

your dead arm
(firmly muscled
still five weeks on)
reaches now -
Reaches
for life
for love
for recovery

And your left hand
has learned to wipe your bum

Alison Cassidy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jerry-s-journey-little-steps/