I found this poem in a local newspaper: Who cares? God does!
Who cares for
the carer, who gives these folks a break?
Who realises
what goes on in their world – all give and take?
Who tells
them “Everything’s okay, I’ll help to sort
the muddle”?
Who’s there
to start and end their day with a warm and loving cuddle?
Who comforts
them with kindness to ease a heart in fear?
Envelopes
their grieving body, caresses away the midnight tear?
As they learn
to put up daily with repeated recitations and
Cope with
switching off the hurt from all the unjust accusations
When partners
wander off through an ever-expanding maze
Lost in
childish tantrums, dreams or rewrite their glory days
Who gives
them the patience to calm a failing mind?
Who can turn
the other cheek when words are so unkind?
Who gives
them the courage to face each waking day?
To stand and
fight their partner’s plight as they slowly drift away?
Who
understands for them the normal world they feel excluded
And knows for
carers a cruel and worst disaster has intruded
And find when
exhausted, vulnerable, burnt out…
“Batteries not included!”
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