Those cornflowers,
a longed for blue.
I scrub in scrubby back yard, filthy grim grime.
Come back,
Come back to me free child without misery.
Re- find, re-kindle the you that I remember, cheeky and playful.
I find bits of hope and patience in the longed for cornflower blue.
I so want the same for S too. To be less anxious, able to relax, free from IBS and stress. Back to laughing and happy most of the time and excited about life.
This poem i have just written : “UNPAID CARER”.
What a supposition ,
To think that anyone would apply for such a position?
And, apply we did not ,
We fell in head first,
Blindfolds in place,
And, when we had courage to remove them…this , our new space.
The need employed us,
Swallowed us whole,
And, spat us out as carers,
Little stars, with hearts of gold.
Beginning as amateurs…fast tracked to professional,
Promoted with speed,
And all beacause of the need.
And…the reason for the daily - do,
the give, give, give
the 100% compassion, commitment, and dogged persistence ,
this time in my life set apart,
Some carers centres have run poetry projects. In my area there’s a “poetry pharmacy” that uses existing poetry as well as carers’ own work. And there’s this: Carers Poetry - it’s open to all carers, everywhere.
Lifelines of time hold my values tight
creating structure and form on which experience and connections weave
the intricacies and details of exchanges and speech.
The warp rigid in length and aligned in parallel
regimented to a frame of reference.
The weft uncertain, slightly adrift, wondering how fast slow tight and what amount of control
and is it meant to follow a pattern and line
or can it push and flex and take it’s time
Our warp and weft evolves with time
but we continue to weave to our own sweet lifeline
We see a fragment of the picture that’s ours alone
wonder, marvel that it could possibly be our own
the fullest picture is hard to discern
as warp and weft speeds on, with each & every turn
We weave as values and experiences change their form
reasserting what we could call our norm
through events and times as society changes
who can’t predict what will come to pass
of the future based on the warp and weft of past
The only thing, I’d like to say
Is that’s I’ve had a tapestry of life
that’s been MY joy and LOVE to cast.