WHO CARES FOR THE CARER?

Sweet caresses I give

Your mind slowly does sieve.....

Through its emotions

And arrive at the notion...

A smile is the feeling you must emit....

As you sit alone

Your home

Is your mind

You are kind

That has not gone.....

Wrong

But your body has,

Heart attack, stroke

But not fully broken

Due to the golden token .....

You gave your daughter

Who ought

To be elsewhere

But the token you gave her was care

And she now uses it time and again day

On.....you

The dedication of care slots into her life everyday...

So you may....

Find that smile each time she unlocks your sense of happiness

Releases any duress

Even for a millisecond

That same amount of duration..

A carer dreams of each day

For someone to say...

We are with you

Go on, shoo

Have a rest

Let their chest

Heave a sigh of relief

And the grief

Escape even for just a second

Letting relaxation beckon

A smile fill their face

As others become a saving grace

On another day of worry and true love

When you doubt you can rise above....

The lows...

Anymore

Weary to the core

Yes who cares for the carer

As their charge gets nearer...

To absolution of any responsibility

Alive but their functionality...

Reaching the zero stage

But whose physical age is the oldest?

The charge or the carer, the one who never is allowed to........rest.

PHILIP JEREMY WILSON

Written in The Poetry Factory of Care, 7th October 2020.

The words I used for the title and inspiration for the content on my bequest were provided by a carer I know who cares for her mum fulltime and has done for many years. She has dedicated her life to her. I care for my mum at present but only periodically through the week as she retains her faculties at present but see like all carers the trials of true love first hand. I put gaps between the lines to mirror the hesitant moments you have whilst caring you have for your charge to respond and you choose the next source of stimulation.