A Caregivers Eyes

A caregiver’s eyes tell me everything I need to know.

Their sadness, their fatigue,

the overwhelming feelings that consume them.

How do I tell them how much I care,

how much I would do ... if I could?

These precious souls with hearts of gold,

forgotten by those who should be so close,

and, yet, they are so distant.

Do they know how often I feel the burning questions,

those that haunt their every waking moment?

The ones that ask ... why me,

how much longer ... how much more?

I would change their world if only I could,

if only miracles were mine to give,

if only I held the power,

if only I had wings.

Don’t they know they already have their own wings,

and that they teach me so much?

More than I could ever offer to them in return.

Do they know I watch over them

as best I can with the watchful eyes

of a mother, a friend?

Or, that they are in my heart,

each one so cherished, so unique.

A caregiver’s eyes tell me everything I need to know.

But every now and again,

I see a faint smile, a knowing look

that says … thank you, my friend.

It is in those moments that I know

I am where I should be.

And, for as long as they need me …

this is where I can be found.

 

~Rose M. Trosper

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