Caregiver
and Caregivee
You
haven’t been in our home
for
almost five years now.
You
just had your 49th birthday.
You
can’t talk, except
“Coo-coo-cookie.”
You
walk a lot.
I
missed many events,
because
we had to go walking.
You’d
put your hand on my shoulder,
because
of your depth perception problem.
I
still visit you.
Sometimes
I bring you a noisy toy,
like
ones that used to fill my house
with
cheerful noise.
And
I bring you coo-coo-cookies.
You
sit beside me and hold my hand.
When
I walk to the door,
you
latch on, ready to follow me out,
but
we have to remind you,
you
don’t live with me anymore.
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