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.