Sunday, March 27, 2011

The Caregiver

I'm here not because I want to, but because I need to be. 
I will hang my head sullenly, but only for  a moment.
But that won't last.
I'll pick up my head, and although I may not smile at the time.
Know that I will in time.
Perhaps I'll look at your name on the door and wonder where you've gone.
And if you are, I may frown a bit more.
I'll put a smile on my face as the game time is at hand.
You'll feel my hands, my caring hands tenderly care for you.
You may share your stories, and I will take time to listen to them.
I may sit at your bedside too.
I will forget all negativity that I was forced to endure before I came here.
And spent a few extra moments with you.
While I may not be able to make you whole again.
I will care for you until you're gone.
With a smile on my face.

1 comment:

Nick Rose said...

That made me cry. But I know these things to be try about you. You are very special to me and to everyone that you care for.