Through the depth of each night, till the dimming of days,
it’s a difficult path to the parting of ways.
For the sake of us all, for our dads and our mums,
The carers will carry the vulnerable ones.
When others step sideways, the carers come through,
to meet expectations that daunt but a few.
Intuition and patience, resilience and smiles,
They will take up the slack for the final few miles.
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This sounds as if it comes from the heart. Your poems often have the ring of authenticity without being pretentious.
If I felt nothing, that’s what I would try to write about x
That’s a valid subject. I have actually covered it on my blog. But there again, I’ve covered a lot on my blog, haven’t I? Tomorrow it is, believe it or not, Taylor Swift’s turn.