I was so young... just a baby, you see.
It wasn't my mother but my grandparents who devotedly
cared for me.
Years went by and mother came back; ready now to be the mother I didn't lack.
So off I went with tears in my eyes, leaving behind the
security; we said our painful goodbyes.
'This is for the best', dear mother had guessed.
Years went by and life grew long.
Grandpa got sick, Grandma was old now, not near as strong.
Into a 'home' with 'nurses' around, this is where mother wanted Grandpa left until he was laid into the ground.
Visiting days were so very tough, I knew it just wasn't enough.
He got sicker and precious time ticked quicker.
No control and no power; my hands were securely tied, but I'd be damned if Grandpa would be alone when he died.
It was a great honor to spend my time doing what sweet Grandpa had done for me.
Spending the days and the nights right by his side, caring for him in more ways than I care to describe.
Some of the times I would feel overwhelmed, not from Dear Grandpa but from the support that was not to be found.
Still... by his side is where I desired to be, caring for Pabaa as he had so tenderly cared for me.
Author notes
Option #2
Grandmas homemade bannana bread
A contest entry
- Calling ALL Carers?? by DinkyDiver.
800 points, ended December 4, 2008, 11 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Wow. This is a sad yet sweet story. As I know all too well children are frequently not raised by those they wish to be or are taken from the homes of people who love them 'to do what's best'. While sometimes it truly is best often times the children, whatever thier age, do not understand. I find this poem a double edged theme about a child being taking from such a loving home and also about the members of that home being deprived of the love and care of a needed child. Nursing homes are tragic and lonely places and after having spent a fair amount of time working in a couple I had to quit due to the constant heartache and physical limitations of my own. I hope never to see the inside of one again either for my parents or anyone else that I love. This is a truly heartfelt and passionate story. Very well done.
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I work in a nursing home and I just wished many of my residents would have someone grateful like you to see the value of a man such as your grandfather and woman like your grandmother, stay blessed.
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This is a very lovely write and I am glad to know that you were there for your grandpa like he was for you. I worked in a nursing home for a while and it was always sad to see so many elderly people in there and their family would only visit every once and a while and most of them would die alone which is a terrible things. God bless you.
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A lovely, caring poem, very touching and so understanding of your elder's needs. Thank you for sharing.
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This is a great poem of caring, you allways reach from with in the heart and touch the soul of the reader, you never cease to amaze me, I am also glad to see you writing once more, blessings with love John
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Thank you John, I am glad to be back and look forward to reading your beautiful works!
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awww this is just so special to read, so passionate and I know the full blown truth behind it all which others do not see. If you look at my page you will see that I am a carer in an EMI home and I truelly believe your grand dad would be so proud of you. This is a lovely write and truelly inspiring!
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this is something that just makes me smile and happy i read it, it has the kind of warm feeling to it, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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Thanx bunches! and bunches.
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