Poetry

The Aide, by Mark Tulin

––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.

I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

4 comments on “The Aide, by Mark Tulin

  1. it’s a lovely, compassionate poem, Mark

  2. Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
    Come and Enjoy Mark’s post!

  3. Portrays gratitude to those who work with the ones in most need. Thank you!

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