An Essential Worker


I lay here but I cannot leave my bed
Covid has made life more than I can bear
Cant walk or run, can barely move my head
Can't feed myself or even comb my hair

My caregiver whose patience seems to be
Built-in like mothers caring for her own
They always know just what to do for me
And let me know that I am not alone

They bathe me, feed me, tell me current news
Know I have pain when tears slip from my eyes
Their touch is gentle, never will abuse
Turn me so I can see a new sunrise

Caregivers are the Angels without wings
Remembering important little things

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