Alzheimers Carer

The diagnosis to us was given, Alzheimers we’re told

Cruel and bitter blow, now we know, that fact so cold.

The smile, laughter gone, those words no more do flow

Dressed, somewhere to go, no, not now, unable to go.

Those trips out, holidays, lunch, all things of the past,

Not for us , I’m a Carer, life is now a contrast.

Paid Carer, wife to wake, wash and dress, give breakfast,

She has gone now, on our own, the buck to me is passed

In her chair all day watching TV she sits,

Round the room we will walk or maybe toilet visits.

An odd nap or two to take, then it’s lunch to feed,

Takes a while, no hurry to eat, more haste less speed.

Afternoon TV better ,tea and cake, the kitchen for me,

Dinner to prepare and cook, food online I’ve bought.

At the table she’s sat, feed her now, fallen crumbs caught.

Return to chair, TV to watch, not for me, washing up to do

Finished that, sit at computer, anything new?

End of day and it’s off to bed we will go,

Reflecting behind that masklike face, someone I know.

That proposal, that wedding service, the vows we say,

It’s hard, to her it is cruel, tomorrow is another day!