Mnd: The Killer With No Heart

It started with a tremor in one hand Slighter than a leaf -tug in Autumn Lyme's disease? Perhaps. Nothing confirmed Slow and steady like a tarn silting up Other signs and symptoms manifested The Stephen Hawking malady He'd fumble with the buckle of his belt A cruel, creeping incapacity And he, a partner, father, friend and son Succumbed, little by little, to infirmity His brave blue eyes shone brightly as before A handsome, honest, lovely family man Driven into a wheelchair's vulnerability Now he was a jigsaw coming adrift Reliant on others, who fought hard to keep him MND could not diminish his charm, nor his humanity His epitaph should surely be Here was a man who loved, was loved by all Stepped from his suffering into our memory