A poem for a carer

[syd]

I feel the time has come,

To write a word or two,

About a girl who cares for me,

When I have the flu.



She came with me when I got diagnosed,

And remembered to ask important questions,

Listened to the doctor attentively,

And learnt the wise man’s lessons.



When I start to feel unwell,

She takes a record of my symptoms,

Writes them in her diary,

At least, I think that’s where she keeps ’em!



She seldom needs them for herself,

But knows the name of every single pill,

An expert, she has become,

Just to stop me from getting ill.



When I start to cough and sneeze,

She puts the kettle on the hob,

Then she sends me straight to bed,

And sticks the thermometer in my gob!



She worries about me a great amount,

As the specialist will testify,

Because she writes to him every day,

Asking if my temperature should be this high!



I cannot smoke and seldom drink,

Our weekends can be rather tame,

I wish I could be more exciting,

But I’ve never heard her complain.



I feel a thank you is in order,

But also an apology,

I must be a total bore,

Although I’m sure she wouldn’t agree.



On Sundays I take you out for lunch,

Because that’s what we like to do,

So I promise, from this moment forward,

I’ll always raise my glass for you.


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