––The Aide–– I push my client to the dollar store, change the bandage that covers her open sore I cook her microwave meals and clean the fish tank, put her to bed at night, and read her a book before she falls asleep, making sure her head is propped, and her blistered feet are covered so she won’t catch a chill This I do to pay the rent in my humble abode, for a loaf of white bread, for my family to share, a modest car I drive to work, to help a disabled woman in need, to cure the ills of those that society has left behind, to lend a helping hand for a woman who would be lost, and to make my days go by with a clear state of mind.
Much thanks to In Parentheses for publishing The Aide and three of my other poems. Featured image by Elmer Cañas on unsplash.com.
it’s a lovely, compassionate poem, Mark
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and Enjoy Mark’s post!
Portrays gratitude to those who work with the ones in most need. Thank you!