Gradually changing to be

From caregiver to “care-for-me”…

Independence fails

As the subject flails,

Struggling for quality.

Working in nursing homes

Keeps folks from being alone…

One has to harden

Then, not pardon

The frequent unending drone.

Folks who can still be kind

In the face of that sort of grind…

Have my vote

As folks with a Coat

Of Arms—of a gentle mind!”

In Rehab, I took time

To relate to those inclined…

Demential cases

Haven’t solid bases

But deep memory refined.

Will I end up like them,

Both Mom and Dad feared it back then…

Would have been kinder

For Dad without reminder

Of all he’d lost…and when.

So we’ll take it day-by-say,

In fact there’s no other way…

To not worry

Or to curry

Pity by obnoxious display!

–Jonathan Caswell

16 thoughts on “ON AGING

  1. Carl D'Agostino

    I was my mother’s home care hospice nurse last 5 weeks of her life. Half hour after she passed a tear formed and fell from her left eye.She just did not want to be separated from dad and me. She’s not though. I still lift weights a bit at 65 now. I am not sure if it’s age, probably something to do with global warming as 100 pounds weighs three times as much as it did 20 years ago.


    1. Jonathan Caswell Post author

      I appreciate your spirit. Dad said that when Mom passed (also at home, on hospice care) she also had a tear roll from one eye. He was typing nearby. Maybe the gravity coefficient has changed, 🙂


  2. busy lady

    Your beautiful poem reminded me of being caretaker for my brother who died of lung cancer, and then my mom. She suffered from some dementia. It was hard work, but I’m glad I was able to do it and let them stay at home under hospice care.



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