The Carer and the Cared For by Anna Newton

Overtired and overdone with anxious

Weary step to carry, fetch and entertain

The patient sore and fretful lies awake.

The carer trudges to and frow for their sake.

Weary of themselves and tied

by limbs that seem a useless pile,

cheerfulness is hard to conjure up.

Brains are working but the hearts are full of woe

while the legs are on go slow.

Mutual regard or great romance seem long ago.

Here is a test of courage, love as a verb

Action now begins.  With patience, peace and

Saintly humour to win the day,

Hope comes as limbs get under way.

Hold me lift me, do not leet me fall,

Love knows and sees and hears my cry

"Let go, let God, you will get by