Good windy morning to all of you in the Eastern part of Canada and the U.S. I hope you are all safely snuggled somewhere to weather the weather.
Today’s post is one of my own works. This poem is about the oft-overlooked caregiver of us needy patients. They give and give and give and often nobody notices.
An Ode to a Caregiver
by Samantha Albert
In the business of illness
the patient is the star,
with agents and handlers,
groupies and entourages.
“Do you need some chicken soup?”
“You are so brave, so inspirational!”
“Tell me your every need, your every wish and I will fill it.”
The patient is the celebrity, the self-indulged.
They are encouraged to focus on themselves
To take care of themselves
To talk about themselves
Their jokes are funnier
Their words are more profound
Than they ever were before
But if the patient is the star
what is the caregiver?
Chief cook and bottle washer.
Launderer of dirty linen.
The one who makes the money to pay for the medication
The one who cheerfully brings endless cups of tea.
The one who explains why mama has to be away so often.
The one who responds to grumpy moods with a sympathetic, “Are you having a hard day? ”
The one who is scared, but can’t show it.
The one who, no matter how much they love the patient,
is always a bit of an outsider to the illness.
The one who must carry on with the life of two,
while the patient is otherwise engaged.
Where are their groupies?
Where are the reporters?
Where is the fanfare?
Leave the patient in anonymity for a while.
Cast your spotlights
on the quiet one in the background.
Appreciate his dedication
Acknowledge his courage
Recognize his love