I hid I went out into the world I laughed I shouted I told a story maybe true Maybe a myth I dressed up I dressed down I picked berries from a bush & and ate them direct without washing them first. I escaped the weather. All of the weather I escaped from my past into my past. I felt desolate. I felt joy I … Continue reading And when the caring is over ….what next?
He pays her a compliment totally lucid for a second she soaks it up like water into parched soil. Continue reading Haiku for Carers
I’m about to set up home with my Dad to become his primary carer. Although it’s sad that Dad is near the end of his days with us, we get on well – for the most part – and I’m looking forward to being with him. A month ago I didn’t really want to. I’ve done this before. With my Mother and it was as … Continue reading Things that are different when this girl cares for her Dad – an occasional series