My Father is dead and I don’t need to care,
My Auntie is dead and I don’t need to care.
When I was little and I felt deeply about something,
My Mother told me,
That the Care fairies would come.
The Care Fairies would surround my heart and protect it..
My girlfriend abandoned me with a note,
The note said I needed to have more confidence.
I married the next girl who said yes.
She tortured me and turned my life into misery.
The Care Fairies came but it was too late.
This world is filled with heart ache
It is difficult to keep on caring.
I will be dead soon and I don’t need to care
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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A poem that seems to feel its tank of being cared for is empty and it soon will be stranded. Well expressed
Yes it is hard to keep caring when it is not reciprocated. Still we battle on.Thanks for commenting.Much appreciated
You are most welcome David I see caring as a quality of the giver not the receiver making us a better person
I think I've seen the care fairies, catch a glimpse of them every now and again... 🕊️🙏
Yes especially nurses.They are amazing people.But I see them now at the bottom of the garden telling me not to worry
David, this carries a deep exhaustion beneath the surface…like someone slowly numbing themselves after too many losses and disappointments. The emotional weariness feels very real here. Powerful piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You are exactly right.Exhaustion is a good word for the feeling of despair and fatigue.Thanks for commenting amigo
There are people who care. Sometimes one meets the wrong ones so as to learn what love is not suppose to be and to heal the part of us that made us believe that that is what one deserves.
Yes indeed its complicated.Thanks so much for comemnting
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