DEAR FRANCES By Frances H. Kakugawa
Dear Readers,
At our monthly poetry writing session, Lynda shared the following poem. She is her mother’s caregiver. As she read, we all began laughing.
“Oh, you find this funny?!” Lynda asked. Another caregiver in our group asked her if she was offended by our laughing. “Oh no, I didn’t see the humor, and now I do.”
So readers, if you think you’re having a bad day, consider Lynda’s day.
MY MOM IS ENOUGH
Taking care of my mom is enough
Monitoring her blood pressure, adjusting her meds
Flushing her catheter
Changing her g-tube dressing
Changing her clothes, stretching and massaging her.
Moving her Hoyer lift,
Moving her wheelchair
To make enough room
When not in use.
Juggling our checkbooks
And cash on hand
To pay everyone.
