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.

To see the full content please subscribe to our Basic Online annual subscription.
Log In Subscribe