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A poem - Carers UK Forum

A poem

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For the first time in my life I have wrote a poem - you could call it a reflection of my life at the moment. Hope you don't find it too depressing!!! Image
The Strong One
It starts so slowly – a small request for help with shopping
Then help with the household chores
Other family no help at all – it all ends up on your shoulders
And you have to be the strong one

Years pass and the parents are well into old age
Waiting for you to shop and clean
Sorting out the money and the bills
Family and friends slowly dying away
And you have to be the strong one

90 years young – Dad died after a short illness
He had a good innings and enjoyed a pint or two to the very end
Mum just went to pieces – never spoke of him again
She kept falling over and ending up in A & E
They found a tumour and gave her 18 months
And you have to be the strong one

Having to move in with her and give up your life
Dealing with Social services and Carers
Invading your home and privacy
But for them you know you would not be able to cope
And you have to be the strong one

Sister relieved you at weekends
Gave you 2 days freedom to enjoy your life
Lasted only a short while – Sis got ill
She went yellow and swelled up
Died 2 months later – only 51 years old
And you have to be the strong one

Mum never spoke of her again
And so we carried on – every day the same
Days out are impossible – Mum needs to be near a loo
Can’t remember going out or what day it is
And you have to be the strong one

And now she has taken to her bed
Doctors’ been and found nothing wrong
But she’s been talking to my Dad and my Auntie
Who I know are both dead
And you have to be the strong one

So maybe her time has come and this is the end
I go in with a cup of tea every morning expecting the worse
I send the dog in first just in case – though what use he is I don’t know
A thousand thoughts run through my head every morning
What will I do – who will I call - before I open the door
Will I find the strength to be the strong one anymore?
Very thought provoking Kaz!
Kaz....I'm sure many of us will recognise ourselves from different times in our lives in your words. Thank you for sharing it as I'm sure it came from the heart.

Bell x
Kaz that is lovely i think you go on writing poem's, and it gets it off your chest as well.
Kaz, I get fed up of being the strong one too.

Well done you for putting how you feel into a poem.

Melly1
That is a lovely poem.Well done. Image Image Image
I just loved your poem Kaz, couldn't relate to all that you write but certainly a lot of it and I too wonder just how long I can continue to be "The Strong One" xxxxxxxxxxx