I am the care giver you see me everywhere,
But what you don’t see is just how I got there.
I didn’t set out to be a fixer of all things broken,
Just someone who cares without words being spoken.
I try to be a softer spot in a world sometimes dark,
Pulling at both ends so their life won’t fall apart.
I, in truth, feel like I should be doing so much more,
Spending all of my day in and out the revolving door.
I find that I am the court jester when times are truly sad,
Dancing like a puppet when the news is often bad.
I often am on autopilot as we hustle through our day,
Hands grip the rolling chariot as we fight to find our way.
I see people looking past her as if life is but a human race,
Seldom will they stop to notice the worry upon our face.
I want to scream as loud as I can how all lives really matter,
But I find myself silenced by all of the mindless chatter.
I feel like giving up on those that should but refuse to see,
The million broken pieces that fill the days of her and me.
I give of myself will a caring heart it’s what we all should do,
One day we may find ourselves struggling to make it too.
I will continue on you see it’s the path we were meant to share,
To love someone wholeheartedly and show them that I care.
For Mavis
With love, Stella
4/24/2016
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