.jpg)
Edna Abrams Christmas 2010
From the first morning bell, I am
your hands and feet.
Fatigue may dog my steps, but I
don’t miss a beat.
Rigid routine protects you through
the endless day.
Boredom entices you to see another
way.
On long days I cringe to hear one
more request.
My poor hands ache and sore feet
scream, “Give me a rest!”
Good days mean we venture out to eat
or to shop.
An hour’s your limit before you
droop and drop.
I wait on you hand and foot out of
love and care.
I treasure all these special days
that we now share.
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
No comments:
Post a Comment