Two hands are all I’ve got
What I am doing
I’ve been here five days
It seems like much more
I try to be patient
While I’m caring for
My father who is
Forgetting most of his life
Because in the hospital
Is his loving wife.
I can only do what
My two hands can do
I try what I can
And I will not be blue.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Written for: https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/category/writing-prompts/
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Very poignant. Caring for those who always cared for you is hard. I wish you well.
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I brought my dad to his eye doctor today and he kept asking me if I was his daughter or if I was joking. Then, it nearly broke my heart, we were waiting for the doctor and he looked at me and said “are you embarrassed of me?” I was so shocked? I said No! Of course not! But it was hard to know that he might have thought it for whatever reason.
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Hang in there. It’s going to be rough, but you’re doing it with love.
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Thanks for the support!
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I’m hoping this is NOT autobiographical!
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Actually…it’s right now. I am super stressed and trying so hard not to get mad at him. Luckily it doesn’t phase him that I always say I have to use the bathroom…that is where I have my meltdowns!
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