Staying with my Mother I thought would bring success,
Little did I know it would only bring regress.
One of her issues is not being able to hear,
Causing me stress and yet I love the Dear.
Angry though I am, I try also to appease,
Nothing that I do seems to make her please.
Anxious I've become because of all this stress,
Bloody nose and all, nothing but distress!
Siblings help me not, that I realize,
Yet in my mind, I try to fantasize!
One big happy Family, having no despair,
Finding out that this life of mine just isn't fair!
No help do I get unless I beckon loud,
It's like I have to yell into a crowd!
So, I'm not going into any of detail,
Knowing that I myself, will finally prevail.
For I will be judged for the thngs I do,
Not for others, which want the info too.
I'm tired of having this burden on my back,
Although I am strong, emotion's what I lack.
I am done ranting that is a least for now,
Hoping God will answer all the Prayers He allow.
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Author:
Edward Charles McDevitt (
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- Comment from author about the poem: You will find this poem ironic, especially from the one I posted the day before! Strange as it seems, I try to please, but to no avail!
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Comments4
Your warm willing heart shines through these questioning lines my friend - caring is worth it if our own health holds up to the challenge. A moving read.
I, too, was the sibling who, by default, was the one who took care of our mother for so many years. A brother finally stepped up but died shortly thereafter, so I got her back. I can appreciate your fine poem, Edward. Thanks for sharing!
Great expression of the difficult task of caring for loved ones. Very well written.
It might seem a burden hard to bear now, but one day, you will take it as a blessing. I can feel the heaviness on your back at the moment.
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