Poems and short stories by members

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john wilsonhall wrote:
Wed Apr 25, 2018 12:08 pm
This is a poem written by my wife (with a little help from me)

I WISH I COULD REWIND MY LIFE
START IT ALL AGAIN
I'D HAVE A LIFE WITH MOBILITY
I'D HAVE A LIFE WITHOUT THE PAIN

I WISH I COULD REWIND MY LIFE
TO A TIME WHEN LIFE WAS FAIR
WHEN LEGS WOULD ALWAYS CARRY ME
NO USE FOR A BLOODY WHEELCHAIR

I WISH MY PARTNER COULD GO BACK
TO A TIME BEFORE WE WERE WED
HE'D BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT ME
WITH SOMEONE WHOLE INSTEAD

I CAN'T TURN BACK THE CLOCK THOUGH
I'M STUCK WITH THE LIFE I'VE GOT
BUT MY PARTNERS ALSO STUCK WITH ME
IT'S NOT A HAPPY LOT

IT'S A GOOD JOB WE LOVE EACH OTHER
HE'S A HUSBAND, CARER, NURSE
AND AS HE OFTEN REMINDS ME
THINGS COULD BE VERY MUCH WORSE
Very candid John and Partner.....enjoyed.
Telephone sadness, telephone sorry


Mum, I wrote a poem
When you were still here on earth
I didn’t mean the words I said
My unhappiness gave it birth

Ryan almost got expelled from school
That long and awful day
He cut his arms with his fingernails
Under the table, out of the way

The thing you didn’t know mum
While I was caring for you
Is that my son, your grandson
He needed caring for too

He was lost, confused and he was hurting too
Self harming was routine
The day I wrote that poem
My heart had broken, though unseen

I didn’t mean the words I said
The competition I entered was like a relief
From the pain I was going through that day
The utter disbelief

So mum if you are looking down
and see those words I said
The telephone sadness that I wrote
I wish could be unsaid
Fiona - it was your mother's duty to look after YOU, just as it was your duty to look after your son. Your primary responsibility was to your son, not your mum. It is ALWAYS that way.....

NEVER apologise for putting your son first.

You would NEVER want YOUR son to put YOU first, before his OWN child.....
The funeral is over,
The caring days are done.
Life goes back to normal,
For each and everyone...else!
For me there is no normal,
I don’t know what to do.
I’ve don’t know who I am now,
I haven’t got a clue.
I can’t say I miss caring,
Or the constant lack of sleep,
Or the battles with the doctors,
Or the times you made me weep.
You gave me aggravation
And drove me round the bend,
But I’ll miss you till my dying day,
My husband, my best friend.
Don’t be too quick to judge
The people that you meet,
The ones who never seem to smile
When you pass them on the street.
The ones who rarely say hello
And never stop to talk,
Who barely seem to see you
As you pass them on a walk.
They could be newly grieving,
Or simply feeling sad,
Or just can’t find the words to say
Why they always feel so bad.
You could walk a lifetime in their shoes
And never understand
The stuff that goes on in their head,
Not under their command.
So don’t be quick to judge them,
One day it could be you
Who finds that dragging yourself to the end of each day
Is the best that you can do.
Please view them with compassion,
It never goes amiss.
Just a simple act of kindness
Could save them from the abyss.
Very poignant and moving. Timely as well with Remembrance Day tomorrow.
I hope you have someone to smile at you and hug you 'Tomorrow is Another Day'

Kr
MrsA
Thank you MrsA. I 'm finding that writing allows me to release some of the 'stuff' that goes on in my head. Sadly hugs and smiles are in short supply since my hubby died in May. I've turned into a 'former carer still caring', as rather than allow me time to grieve, recover, heal, my elderly father immediately manoeuvered himself into the vacant caree position, but that's another story....and

Tomorrow (really) is another day