Tribute to a Caregiver
By Ronald Nash, Army
Writing Type: Poem
By Ronald Nash
VA Medical Center--Cincinnati, OH
She smiles as she hands him his coffee;
He kisses her hand and says he’s so lucky.
She lovingly smooths down his hair;
He’s happy that she gives him such good care.
She fixes his breakfast, lunch and dinner;
He grins and tells her he needs to be thinner.
She does his laundry, folding his shirts the way he likes;
He worries that maybe his favorite is getting too tight.
She organizes his papers,
crumbled wads and soda cans
He grumbles about how busy
he is and not having enough time
in his day.
She carefully fills his pill
caddy and reminds him daily
to take his meds;
He dutifully swallows,
wondering if they really help his body
and his head.
She encourages him to socialize
He prefers home, his
recliner and TV but doesn’t mind
if she went.
She runs their house, inside and out, making decisions alone;
He worries about money and her spending, she must atone.
She gently strokes his head as he drifts off to sleep;
He smiles happily unaware of the anxiety she keeps.
She expresses concern about an issue weighing on her mind;
He gets angry and spews words hurtful and unkind.
She makes the decisions and worries they're not right;
He is blissfully unaware of her relentless fright.
She puts on a smile, exhausted from her day;
He smiles back as she silently commits with him to stay.
She quietly cries in the shower, never letting him see
The daily strain of living with his PTSD.
Writing group: Cincinnati VAMC
Notes: Writer's Group Cincinnati Veterans Medical Center