Averil Stedeford
In June this year I had a stroke. I have no specific knowledge of the processes of stroke recovery, but I had an intuitive feeling that my left hand (the damaged side) performed the exercises I was given better if the right hand did them at the same time. It was as if I was tapping into that deep part of the brain which is developing when a child in a high chair enjoys banging both hands down on the tray, that bit that makes us walk in time without deciding to when we here a march. So here is a poem about that experience.