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The
Caregiver
Two words that come together
When you speak of someone dear.
It is that special person
If you call, they're always near.
You'll see that in a 'CareGiver'
Love comes from in their Heart.
With loving hands and guidance
They help each new day start.
Caring for the fragile soul,
Giving day to day.
They meet the needs of loved one's
Spreading love along the way.
A gentle touch, a helping hand,
A glow that makes you smile.
Always near to comfort
And go that extra mile.
They want no fame or glory,
And it puts their mind at ease,
To know they've helped a loved one
Deal with their disease.
So show a little kindness
To Care Givers across this land.
You may be the one someday
Who needs a helping hand.
With Peace and Understanding,
Throughout the ends of time.
There's someone who will care for you
And make your Spirit shine...The Caregiver...
You do it for Love
You give of your heart, your love, and your life,
To a grandparent, parent, husband or wife.
You dress and you feed them, you clean up the mess.
For months, maybe years, you give of your best.
At times you can laugh, more often there's tears,
As you watch them decline year after year.
So often you feel like there's nobody there,
No one to talk to, there's no one who cares.
Then late at night, you'll sit and just cry,
"It all seems so hopeless, so why do I try?"
And then comes a voice, so soft and so clear,
You look all around you, but no one is near.
Again comes the voice, as soft as can be,
"You know why you try, just look and you'll see."
"You do it for love, you know that is true."
"This love that you have, will help see you through."
"You're not alone, there's someone who'll share."
"The burden you carry, I'll help you bear."
Then in the darkness, a warmth you can feel,
A soft gentle presence, you know it is real.
As you drop off to sleep, the angels above,
Echo the words...."You do it for love."
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I'm Still The Child
A child shall lead them I had heard it said.
The thought, Lead who? went through my head.
Childish thoughts that now seem strange,
Looking back, how things have changed.
My parents are strong, they'll always be there.
Dad looked so wise sitting in his chair.
To raise their children, the patience it took.
But they had had it, when they got that look.
We look back now, and laugh and cry.
Sometimes we'll give a wistful sigh.
The good old days? Not true, we know.
But they were there to help us grow.
Now I'm grown and it falls on me.
Am I really the child she hoped I'd be?
I get impatient and want to scream.
Some days seem like a horrible dream.
I help her stand, then guide her feet.
I cook her food, then help her eat.
A child shall lead them, and yes it's true.
I'm still the child, and so are you.
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We are not a Machine
We are the caregivers, but wait, there is more.
So please, hear us out before closing the door.
No we're not perfect, but we're doing our best.
We just want to get some things off our chests.
When was the last time you tried to come by,
Or the last time you called, if only to say hi?
Do you really realize just what we do here,
And just how often we are driven to tears?
Our loved ones and we are in worlds far apart,
And their illness and pain can tear at the heart.
Their physical care can at times be a pain.
And the emotional struggle can be quite a drain.
What is it exactly, we are trying to say?
What would it take to really brighten our day?
A card in the mail, I'm thinking of you.
Or a phone call to ask, Hey! What can I do?
Even better, a visit from family and friends,
To laugh, to talk, and smile once again.
We must be honest, we don't want to demean.
But please understand, we are not a machine.
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The
Great Tribulation
