Alice Collins: A poem of thanks for all our caregivers
Our lives have changed as we come to age 90 and we depend on the help and care of many kind people.
I tend to turn to writing when I have news and thanks to tell so this is my way of expressing appreciation for the comfort of our days:
They check up on our vitals
And wheel us in our chairs
They call us by our first names
Though we can’t remember theirs.
They will help us bathe or shower
And relax our times of stress.
They serve us lunch and dinner,
And fill requests for more or less.
It cannot be an easy job
To relieve the many fears
Of these so-called golden oldies
In there not so golden years.
We surely want to tell them
Thought we may not seem aware.
We really do so thank them
For their thoughtful, patient care.
So here’s to Wind Song’s busy Staff
Who spend their work filled days
Making all our lives more pleasant
In a myriad of ways.