Poems from our carers 

A collection of poems written by our young carers and adult carers. 

GIVE US A BREAK

By Spiridiona

YOU   MARRIED   YOUR   HUSBAND   WHEN   HE   WAS BLIND SOME   PEOPLE   COULD   NOT   BELIEVE   IT

IT   WAS   THEM   WHO   WERE   BLIND   NOT   HIM

BEING   NARROW   MINDED   THEY   COULD   NOT   BELIEVE   IT

 

HOW   CAN   YOUR   HUSBAND   PLAY   THE   PIANO

IS   HE   REALLY   BLIND   HE   MUST   SEE   A   BIT

BEING   NARROW   MINDED   THEY   COULD   NOT   BELIEVE   IT

 

HE   CAN   PLAY   GUITAR   AS   WELL

BEING   NARROW   MINDED   THEY   COULD   NOT   BELIEVE   IT

 

CAN   HE   REALLY   SWIM   WITHOUT   AID

BEING   NARROW   MINDED   THEY   COULD   NOT   BELIEVE   IT

 

YOU   HAD   A   DAUGHTER   TOGETHER

BEING   NARROW   MINDED   THEY   COULD   NOT   BELIEVE   IT

 

CAN   HE   DRESS   BY   HIMSELF

BEING   NARROW   MINDED THEY   COULD   NOT   BELIEVE  IT

 

YOU   WATCH   TELEVISION   TOGETHER

BEING   NARROW   MINDED   THEY   COULD   NOT   BELIEVE   IT

 

HE   DOES   DIGITAL   ART   ON   HIS   OWN   COMPUTER

BEING   NARROW   MINDED   THEY   COULD   NOT   BELIEVE   IT

 

YOU   TOOK   HIM   ON   HOLIDAY   WITH   YOU

BEING   NARROW   MINDED   THEY   COULD   NOT   BELIEVE  IT

WAKE UP 

By an adult carer

MY MOTHER IS CALLING,

SHE NEEDS TO BE CHANGED, 

SHE NEEDS THE BATHROOM,

SHE NEEDS A DRINK.

I WAKE UP.

IT’S 2AM IN THE MORNING.

I GO THROUGH THE MOTIONS,

GETTING MY MOTHER OUT OF BED,

TO THE BATHROOM,

CHANGING SHEETS, 

MAKING HER A CUP OF TEA. 

FOUR HOURS LATER 

SHE IS BACK IN BED, 

THE SUN IS COMING UP,

SHE KISSES ME GOOD NIGHT, 

SHE THANKS ME. 

SHE IS SO FEEBLE

I FEEL ANGRY AND GUILTY 

AT THE SAME TIME.

SHE IS THE CHILD, 

I AM THE MOTHER, 

OUR ROLES ARE REVERSED.

SILENCE

By Saphire

Hear it or not

My world is shaped by silence

The silence that says

Wait they won't understand

That says no you're better off with me

So

I continue walking on floorboards that never seem to creek

Masking the tears so your worry disappears 

Into my illusion if courage and strength

I'm tired of screaming in silence

Running from my caged cries

Pleading for help through my battle called life

In my short 18 years on this planet

It already feels like i'm carrying its weight

With

The life decisions

Responsibilities

Exam timetables

Heartbreaks 

No dates

Too much cake

The bullies

Lives lost

CARERS' REFLECTIONS 

By Spiridiona

WHEN  I  MET  BILL  SINGING  AND  PLAYING  GUITAR

I  NEVER  THOUGHT  THINGS  WOULD  GO  SO  FAR

AN  UNFORGETTABLE  DAY  IN  JULY

OUR  HEARTS  A  FLUTTER  LIKE  A  BUTTERFLY

 

A  YEAR  AND  A  HALF  LATER  CAME  MARTINE

OUR  BEAUTIFUL  DAUGHTER  LOOKING  SO  SERENE

MY  LIFE  BECAME  FULL  AS  CAN  BE

A  FULL  TIME  JOB  A  BLIND  HUSBAND AND  A  BABY

 

I  HAVE  ALWAYS  LOVED  A  CHALLENGE

THROUGH  HARD  WORK  MY  ROLES  I  MANAGE

UNTIL  ONE  DAY  MY  IMMUNE  SYSTEM

PINNED  ME  DOWN  DISTURBED  MY  RHYTHM

 

I  HAD  NEVER  HEARD  OF  ASTHMA

NOR  OF  RETROLENTAL  FIBROPLASIA

AN  EYE  CONDITION  BILL  ACQUIRED

EXCESSIVE  OXYGEN  BEING  FIRED
 

MUSIC  REIGNS  THROUGHOUT  BILL’S  LIFE

PLAYING  HAPPILY  WITHOUT  STRIFE

THOSE  WHO  SEE  HIM  MUSIC  PLAY

HAVE  NEVER  SEEN  THE  LIGHT  OF  THE  DAY

 

FOR  MANY  YEARS  HE’S  VOLUNTEERED

WITH  HIS  MUSIC   COMMUNITIES  STEERED

PASSED  HIS  TALENT  TO  OUR  DAUGHTER

WHO  DISPLAYS  IT  WITHOUT  FALTER

 

HE  PLAYS  CRICKET  DOES  ICE  SKATING

HE  HAS  WRITTEN  WITHOUT  SHAKING

HIS  STORIES  HIGHLY  COMMENDED

DIGITAL  ART  APTLY  PRESENTED

 

MY  HUSBAND  GIVES  ME  DELIGHT

MAKES  MY  CARING  VERY  LIGHT

TO  THOSE  WHO  QUESTION  WITHOUT  FIGHT

HUMBLY  DON’T   MISUSE  YOUR  MIGHT

FROM BOY TO MAN

By Silvia 

My boy has grown into a kind young man and like a plant he is strong but sensitive.

 

Although he is a man now, he is still my boy. 

I wrapped my arms around him and said “I LOVE YOU”

 

I have been caring for you since birth and when you are confused,

I am here for you.

 

His inner voice tells him be calm and you are not alone because you have the love of your mother for life!

MY FIRST HOSPITAL VISIT

By Shantavia

9 years old, skipping through the halls of a sanitised prison.

Happy i was able to escape school early.

I looked into the windows and saw nothing but empty vessels coughing, wheezing, shouting.

 

My grandfather scrunches his face into a false facade of a smile, a fake grin, that was supposed to calm me.

I like to think that she was in room 16 cuz that number was quite unlucky for me.

 

But I remember the room was clean.

And so was she, too clean,

She looked like a doll

Carefully contorted into a curved position on the bed,

her eyes looked blank,

but then as she turned towards me,

much like her father her beautiful face slithered into a stiff sinister smile,

making me doubt it was really my mother.

 

Tears gathered in my eyes as i saw

my goddess, hopelessly laid out on a hospital bed,

looking like a cyborg with all the cables coming out of her.

 

I ran out the room as i refused to accept that this inhuman beast

was my mother,

I thought it was an alien shapeshifter that didn’t know how to impersonate her immaculate smile and beauty.

An ultra-smart alien that couldn’t figure out how to copy the sparkle in her eye or the fight in her spirit.

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