Who Cares For the Carer

By John Weaver & Dedicated to Liz

Who cares for the carer? is the question that I ask.
Who is helping them help another with their overwhelming task
Who is trying to ensure they remain healthy, fit and strong
As they nurse and feed the one in need all day and all night long?

Who thinks about the carer? is the thought that comes to me
When all thought is for the needy and that’s the way it ought to be
But just a little bit of thoughtfulness would not go astray
For the one who works and struggles without a thought for pay.

Who worries about the carer? is my other great concern
If they should fall to sickness where would the needy turn?
The one they love is the one they want and on whom they depend
To wash and feed and dress them and to be with them to the end

Who would care for the needy? is the fact we have to face
If something happened to the carer then who would replace
That committed and devoted, caring loving soul
Who gave their all without complaint in a hard and stressful role.

But we know who will care for the carer 
When their mortal coil is through
When all their earthly labours get the recognition that is due
When at last they can rest eternal with no further demands
In peace and joy and secure in the Greatest Carer’s hands.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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January 31, 2016 at 8:29 PM
JOHN,, A great pleasure to find and read your poem today. Love -- SKAT --
Boyle Avatar
March 15, 2014 at 5:25 PM
John, a truly touching and beautiful poem. I felt it to the core. Patrick
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March 17, 2014 at 4:49 AM
Thank you Patrick. I only write a poem when I am sufficiently inspired and motivated to do so - that's the only way they can come from the heart. Also, I try to write poems that hold an important message. Best wishes to you.
Allison Avatar
March 12, 2014 at 7:21 PM
John this poem brought tears to my eyes. My dad 89 cares for mum 91 - I try to help as much as I can but the worry is always there - what happens when dad can no longer cope or he passes away. The carers are an unsung army of heroes. A fantastic heartfelt write. Jan xxx
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March 17, 2014 at 4:46 AM
Thanks so much for that Jan. I have the greatest admiration for your dad who loves your mum very much. I understand your concerns but you can only take it one day at a time. Things always have a way of working out for the best, so don't worry.
Wilson Avatar
March 12, 2014 at 7:49 AM
A wonderful poem John I am a carer my self my wife is disabled I pray the Lord keeps us strong and in good health to look after our love ones.
Weaver Avatar
March 12, 2014 at 9:51 AM
You're doing a wonderful job Leon - at least you now know what your life's purpose is - not everyone does.
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