It’s not a job that suits everyone,
It’s not a job most would do,
Each day comes with its own set of problems,
And hardly ever do you get a thank you.
You’re seen as the one that has trapped them,
Preventing them from going back home,
Often the target of frustration,
And the reason they feel alone.
The pay isn’t reason for staying
And it sure isn’t the reason you start,
The only reason to do this job
Is the passion that comes from the heart.
A smile on your face can be contagious,
A kind word can light up a day,
Listening to stories of days gone by,
Can keep some of the sorrow away.
Helping with washing and dressing,
And toilet routines is a must,
But that’s only a fraction of what we do,
In our efforts to gain their trust.
And beyond day to day activities,
At times when the road gets rough,
When life decides to close in on them,
Or when they have simply had enough.
When all that is left is to turn them,
To encourage a little food and drink,
To whisper words of endearment,
Whilst there balancing on the brink.
We’re there not just for the patient,
Often their family need us as well,
To guide them and give them support
Or to listen to the stories they tell.
So the moral of my poem is,
That to care you really must CARE
We are not a profession of abusers
We have hearts that we wish to share. Poem by Me