Caregiver
Caregiver
The surreal world I live in
Thrust there over night
It was a stroke that hit him
Since then just nothing’s right.
The frustration of it all.
The many hats I wear.
The tasks that never end.
The new roles that I bear.
All these hats I’m wearing
Some are very new
So many different directions
So many things to do.
I wake up in the morning
Wishing for the past,
Stick to his routines
And never move too fast.
There’s someone living in my house.
I know there’s someone here.
Why do I feel so all alone
Even when he’s near?
Some days he comes to visit
And talks of things we share,
‘tho conversation’s brief
And oft’ too short to bear.
I try to see it his way.
I try to help him out.
I know he faces struggles,
For him, no easy bout.
I’m with him in the morning
I’m with him in the night
I try to be there for him
I hope I get it right.
A different world he lives in
His own pace that he’s set.
I try to make him understand.
He sometimes tries, and yet…
Can I know the effort that it takes
To put together words to talk?
Can I feel his inner struggle
When he tries to walk?
I can only be there,
Let him know I’m here.
I can sit beside him
And try to ease his fear.
It’s a surreal world we both live in,
Just ‘one day at a time.’
With some days still a struggle
When all is not sublime.
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