Taliah arrives for her first shift. Tucker has left behind a small but lengthy list. Caregiving doesn’t just entail caring for the patients needs. It also entails housekeeping, errands, safety precautions. Not as easy as it sounds or seems. This why it takes a full team of people to get the job done. Taliah greets Henry a good morning; with the rising of the sun! Henry is quite happy to see Taliah today! Although he is in quite a bit of pain. “How are you this morning Henry? Taliah asks with a smile that Henry has seen before; “well Taliah I’ll tell ya; each day seems better than before.” “Better” she asks with a perplexed look on her face. “Yes of course better Taliah; you being here gives my Tucker a much needed break.” “My son has had a lot on his plate between the company and caring for his dad.” “I couldn’t ask for a better man than Tucker. But this is taking a toll and you being here today may just make this process a little less burdensome; and not as sad.” Taliah gets Henry out of bed and ready for his day. “By the way Taliah, I’d like pancakes and bacon with coffee for breakfast today!” “You can cook can’t you? Sometimes you young ones can’t seem to cook a decent meal.” “Sarcasm so soon Henry?” “I’m just keeping it real.” Taliah is sure to whip him up the best pancakes he’s ever eaten. Taliah is no stranger to any kitchen. She’s had many seniors teach her a thing or two. She’s no doubt in her mind Henry will be a little satisfied at all she can do. Will Henry enjoy the breakfast Taliah has prepared? If you’re interested come back next time if you dare!
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GenXer Shamrocker ☘️ (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Humor is part of care giving. What sounds like sarcasm a lot of times under it is nervousness. Breaking the ice. It’s not easy for the patient to give up their independence. Nor is it easy for the care taker on the first day to know what his or her limits are. This is a process that develops over time.
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