Elder Care 2023
I wonder how many of us are out there,
Sitting in cars in grocery store parking lots
Staring into space
Wondering how we are going to pay for gas…or rent,
Or how we’re going to make the trip…again,
Or how we will have the next conversation,
Or give the next bath,
Or tell them “it is Saturday” for the 40th time.
It snuck up on us.
Why isn’t there more support?
Furious at family
Who can’t or won’t show up…
Or only do so for their egos
Or to put on a show.
We wear a positive attitude,
Brisk walks
Busy postures
For neighbors and any others who might see,
And the whole time, we know this is not right.
We’ve done the shopping,
Managed the appointments,
Cleaned up the messes,
Prepared the food,
Replenished the diapers,
Done the laundry,
Paid the bills,
Listened for falls…
And somehow, there’s supposed to be something left over,
For us to tend our own fires
Both the hearth kind and the crises.
So, we sit in cars,
Staring into space
A little worried someone might see,
Feeling guilty for taking the time.
Spent,
Angry,
A little ashamed of both,
Definitely not alone.
–ALD

