Carers carry a heavy burden, not always visible as they age.
What will happen to those I have cared for when I am gone?
They will not be loved or treated as well as I have in all the years past.
All the tears I have wiped away, theirs and mine,
Soothing them through painful, anxious times.
Finding special foods or things to make trigger laughter
And thus smiles appear and shine.
Will others take ove , cherish, support and love
This oh, so precious child of mine?
As I give my final goodbye and kiss,
Before slipping into another time.
© 2023 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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