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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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UNKNOWN
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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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UNKNOWN
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Someone cares
A friendly word can mean so much,
A kindly deed, an encouraging touch.
If I could but reach across the miles,
To lend a hand, or to bring a smile.
Would it lift the spirit, strengthen the heart,
To hear, I love you though we're far apart?
My friend, these are only simple things,
But there are times when they make us sing.
Sometimes our days with pain are filled,
To just make it through takes all our will.
And so, my friend, I send to you,
These humble words, though they are true.
Words of hope, my thoughts and prayers,
That you would know that someone cares.
AUTHOR
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A Parent's Prayer
Author Unknown
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.
I pray I find a little quiet,
Far from the daily family riot.
May I lie back and not have to think
About what they're stuffing down the sink,
Or who they're with, or where they're at
And what they're doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself
(did something just fall off a shelf?)
To cuddle in my nice, soft bed
(Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake
(Did I just hear a window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean
(well heck, I've got the right to dream)
Yes now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know,
I must have lost them long ago!
Bill......... ENGLAND........
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Three Finger Crash
Author Unknown
Don't you wish when life is bad
and things just don't compute,
That all we really had to do
was stop and hit reboot?
Things would all turn out ok,
life could be so sweet
If we had those special keys
ctrl-and alt-delete
Your boss is mad, your bills not paid
your wife, well she's just mute.
Just stop and hit those wonderful keys
that make it all reboot.
You'd like to have another job,
you fear living in the street?
You solve it all and start anew
with ctrl and alt delete
Bill...... England. |
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A Different Version of The Night Before
Christmas
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim
light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was
asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a
winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed
the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing
was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect
contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to
dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my
eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a
tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who
was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone
figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some
twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in
the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife
and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this
moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from
your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely
a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in
drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he
sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm
here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That
separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or
implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps
died at ' Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a
Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles
of ' Nam ', And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my
own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure
got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The
red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold
and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can
stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a
foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front
against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not
fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is
waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at
the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems
all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife
and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just
tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at
home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For
when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we
fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That
we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
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