Long Caregivingme Poems
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You had to pass through security
and insisted you could stand
on your own two feet
and progress of your own volition.
Though your wheelchair
and diagnosed dementia
evidence to the contrary,
I figured: Who would it hurt?
The stares of strangers
as I held your hands
and helped you to your feet
informed me that I might be hurt --
Poor dear, so young to have
to care for one so old!
Or, perhaps, hurting you --
How could she put
him through this?
With the weight of their eyes upon
us, you leaned on me and lurched:
arduous, shuffling, inching on
until you passed through security.
You made it to the other side
with a walk you won't remember,
and I'll not soon forget.
Give me all your pain dear,give me all your sorrow
let me touch and feel them to make you smile tomorrow.
Rest your head on my shoulder and let your grief be shared
I am here to talk to you,listen to you and care.
Weep you must as every teardrop will clear your mind's sky
the new Sun will rise soon and birds will again fly.
I will always with you there to share all your pain
hold my hand,start to walk like a toddler again.
Hand in hand,step by step I will make you run
your journey will start again under the smiling Sun.
Your broken heart will join sure and do all the wonder
I will be always inside you being the stitches there.
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(As a child I was nicknamed Andie Pandie for the panda bear that I liked so much, one reason why I chose to do my ode for this animal. Also I was born in September, just like most pandas, and am a bit big boned too!)
September is my birth month and so it is because
my kind has some restrictiveness to its breeding laws!
For reasons unbeknownst to me, there only is one way
for us to meet, and so we only mate from March to May.
Our mothers carry us for just several months and then
in August or September we arrive inside our den.
So small and hairless at my birth, I’d make you smile, “Awww.”
My mama cradled me inside the palm of just one paw!
In two months I could see, and then I quickly learned to walk.
I ate bamboo at just eight months, and here is how I talk:
I chirp, or like a kid, I bleat; I croak, squeak, honk or growl.
And if I roar, it’s like a “huff;” for sure, I do not howl!
My mama nursed me eighteen months, then sent me on my way.
In one of China’s twelve preserves I can be found today.
The bamboo that we love grows in a patch and when it’s done,
We need to then uproot ourselves and find another one.
As people build more farms and cities, we then lose our space.
We need you humans’ help so we can move from place to place.
For Yangtze Basin to conserve bio diversity,
this economic central region has to include me!
I’m China’s treasure and the world’s! Who doesn’t know my name?
For fifty years my picture gave World Wildlife Fund its fame.
So help this big boned animal who rarely touches meat.
I’m just a Kung-fu giant “bear cat,” black and white and sweet!
For Amy Green's "Ode to the Endangered" contest
I sit in an open room
watching young girls come in and out
the clipboard in my lap
she calls my name and i stand
with slightly pudgy belly
scared
knowing there's a life already within
she know's i'm scared, but leads me to the hallway bathroom
handing me a cup for my sample
so i do what i am told
waiting in the exam room
i am shaking when she reads the pregnancy test
two single lines form
i am pregnant
i cry for a minute
out of shame
maybe relief,
because now i know i'm not alone
then i look at her puzzled
I have no family, no relatives
i've moved away so many times
running from my past
she hugs me, tells me everything will be fine
I smile and believe her
cause i have no one else to trust
eight months later she is by my side at the hospital
she smiles and says "everything will be fine"
I cry because i know someone out there cares!
*There is always someone out there that will help a teen in need.
Women's center's are only a phone call away.
mom, i'm pregnant contest
karen croft