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These hands which have:
These hands which have:
Written exams
Played the piano
Played symphonies
Played the fool
Sensously touched
Clouted the kids
Peeled the spuds
Practised First Aid
Washed and ironed
Shaken with celebrities
Pointed the way for strangers
Eaten fish and chips on a street corner
Pushed the car
And rocked the cradle,
Are now yours to:
lift and carry
Feed and wash
Dress and undress
Comb and spary
Guide and hold
Stroke and caress
Comfort and reassure
And tuck you up,.
But they are still mine to wipe away my tears.
Becoming a Carer
another poem from one of our members.
Becoming a Carer
I’m searching for myself
I used to be around
But now that i’m a carer
I just can’t be found
I used to be so different
Not worried and tired all the time
There are only so many hours in the day
And not many of them mine
I really miss my freedom
The fun and carefree days
A time when i knew who was
And not lost within this maze.
Myrna.
chenrezig 
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JaneJ 