I work with carers
Caring for loved ones
They don't get paid for this
They do it out of love
For someone that now
Sometimes , no longer recognises them
Or acts unappreciative
For this care
Sometimes abusive
And even physically aggressive
But each carer knows
That this person they love
Has an illness
Through no fault of their own
And were they aware
Of what lay ahead
Would be horrified
At the consequences
And their behaviour
Towards their loved ones
Who understand fully
The why's, and wherefore's
Of these terrible afflictions
Whilst often coping
With physical disabilities
Of their own
Their love, dedication, and courage
Will never cease to amaze me
As they persevere
Through what is often
A living nightmare
They come from all walks of life
Their struggle
Remains the same
Their only release
Is when their cared for person
Either goes into respite
And nursing care
Or dies

by Jemia