Growing up on State Hospital grounds,

My brother and I did the rounds…

Of friends to see

And places to be,

Within certain bounds!

At the time a thousand pair

Of eyes kept our parents aware…

On the Chaplain’s kids

And what they did,

The patients watched with care.

And if they could offer a treat,

Like something good to eat…

They would in a flash

To the store dash,

Buying with their pennies a sweet.

In that environment I grew,

Something you get used to…

Moving far away

From that kind of display,

One assumes that others do, too.

So it was a little shocking

That someone insisted on talking…

About watching me

In difficulty,

At work without squawking.

For me it was a concern,

‘Cause often I had been burned…

Confessing illness

Oft led to a mess,

Losing the job I’d earned.

I’d learned tight control

Over the view of my role…

To do as needed

No weakness conceded,

Being always ready to roll.

But still it was a comfort to see

This person was watching me…

Not for trouble

But knowing my struggle,

To just talk about it with me.


–Jonathan Caswell


1 thought on “LOOKING OUT FOR US

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.