THE BUDDHIST CARER

Two years broken sleep Constant hyper vigilance Time never my own Fast forward to now Time takes on new dimensions So much to choose from...

One week on, he says “I’m alright if you’re ok” It just breaks my heart.

Kindness from strangers Got three hugs on a dog walk! Don’t even know them.

Feeling so selfish Who was this change really for? Never known such pain Just twiddling my thumbs So much I could go and do But inertia...

Haven’t been writing Because that would mean feeling I don’t want to feel Writing some things down Seeing them in front of me Makes them...

Plans made weeks ago Fall apart in a second: Carer is injured Inconsolable! Feeling sorry for myself When is it my turn?

Twenty twenty five Wonder what you have in store? Nasty surprises Or peaceful moments Full of gratitude and joy Let’s just wait and see.

Well, I’ve had enough More than my fair share, I’d say I’d like to get off. This ol’ caring lark Never was a novelty. I’ve had my fill!

People never ask How are you doing Suzanne? Well, hardly ever.

Christmas lights in town An upside down reflection Different perspective Puddle on the road Splashes of bright, coloured lights It’s nice...

I have so much time Endless, never-ending time All of a sudden No caring to do Responsibilities gone Temporarily But I’ve forgotten How...

It creeps up on you Then hits like a sledge hammer When someone is kind Or when I stop, pause, Take in the enormity Of my reality. At...

A harmless question: Tell me, is father here? Just a gentle no. He’s been gone years now But puts in an appearance Every now and then....

What did I expect? A sticking plaster at least More than platitudes Yearning to control Impossible to predict So onwards I trudge.

Feeling pretty rough Cough, splutter, wheeze, sniff and sneeze Just no energy. No point battling through Give in, surrender to it Rest...

When’s a leaf a leaf? Soft spiky or succulent Green red brown, yellow. Simple blades or plump With veins and variegations. Crisp,...

Hustle and bustle Charity coffee morning Crowded, yet alone. Averted gazes Am I being paranoid? At least the cake’s good.

Sudoku master King of the cryptic crossword No longer the case. Even word searches So mind numbingly inane Are a struggle now.

The midnight sky Expansive and spacious Compelled to step outside To take it in. ——- The setting sun Autumnal tones And lingering warmth...

Superior, me? Intellectual snobbery Didn’t realise. Judging, comparing Pedagogic snobbery So unattractive. What does that say, then About...