I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

These poems are works in progress and may be updated without notice. Nevertheless copyright applies to all writings here and all photos (which are either my own or used with permission). Thank you for your comments. I read and appreciate them all, and reply here to specific points that seem to need it — or as I have the leisure. Otherwise I reciprocate by reading and commenting on your blog posts as much as possible.

Showing posts with label goodbyes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goodbyes. Show all posts

20 January 2012

Respite Carer

For the first time
I call on emergency respite 
so I can go out:
chiropractor today,
doctor next week.

How will he cope with this,
being baby-sat like a child?

When I come home,
they are watching Shakespeare in Love.
She hasn’t seen it before.

‘You don’t have to leave,’ he says,
as she rises and gathers her bag.
‘Stay and watch the rest.’ 
She sits back down at once.

At the end, when she does leave,
they hug each other goodbye.
‘See you Monday!’

Submitted for Poets United Thursday Think Tank #81 - Goodbyes.