Sweethearts

Sweethearts all for 
  getting me here,
Doctors, nurses, 
professorials,
home care staff,
I needed them all
for roads travelled, 
laneways many,
tracks I've wandered,
sometimes dead ends
they've always been ....

Sweethearts for 
  many routines daily in
  different situations.
They're all different, and 
  have their ways, 
different brands of humours, 
different personalities.
Just to bend, go with the flow,
of who and how they are.
The beauty in that! 

I see them everyday,
so familiar, yet
never far from me,
Friendships enjoyed,
four years now, but 
  years before. 
I see them everyday,
always cheery, always upbeat,
lifting my mood, the mood.

they know me;
what I'm like,
what I like,
what I don’t,
my routines,
morning, evening,
the things of my day.

they help me to walk,
the confidence, courage
to keep going,
they help me to see a better day,
come so far,
can't go back, would be
to let them down.

they share of themselves,
to distract me,
set the mood for the day,
they will bring 
  their light,
their laughter,
their matter-of-fact,
their guidance, advice 
  in many ways. 

Carers come, carers go
Some we gel, 
others we don't, but 
  all so important to me, for 
  steps, laps, the journey,
the direction, the goal. 

a need, dependency, 
a new learning,
to look beyond,
to think tomorrow.

an independence held, 
determination driven,
a realisation dawning.
To consider the 
  distance I've made, but 
  so many others. 

Good people around me, 
this Stroke, Me, but 
  so many others too, 
to get this body going again. 
Together, we are a team!

They let themselves in, 
I can hear footsteps in the hall, 
which one?  I know their steps. 
they know me, know what I like.

Friends, a circle,
a bonding, a connection,
we look out for each other, 
our worlds drawn close.
Learning of their lives, 
of their families,
hearing their stories,
small glimpses of their 
  other clients.

Sweethearts 
(affectionately named), 
in my heart I love them all 
for what they've done.
see them everyday 
very dear to me, in their 
  familiarity, openness.

But me;
my routines, my life,
what I do,
how I do,
why I do,
all are sweethearts.


r.m.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

My friend. Old man poetry. I call the kind people. Sweetheart and darling. Old words and good words. I liked the honest thoughts and thankfulness in the words Richard. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Richard M]

Thank you Coyote for reading and for your comments. I knew about Stroke, but when it happened, it was the furthest thing from my mind. Because of my medical past, the Stroke drew in many people. After 4 1/2 years we've worked so hard to get me this far. All of them are amazing individuals and the work they've done. I couldn't let the skills of them go without saying of my gratitude.
Take care my friend.
Richard

[Coyote Poetry]

I hope you doing better Richard and you are welcome.

[Richard M]

Thank you Coyote for your kind words. I'm doing okay now and reccoverd fairly well. Luckily my speech, cognitive ability (my poetry remains, thank heavens), but sight was affected. Presently, I'm still learning to walk unassisted. Despite this I'm well and happy.
Take care
Richard

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Richard.. you have described exactly what our days become when medical procedures are ongoing, such as... Dialysis and so forth. The charitable Nurses and Doctors who save lives... perfect poetry to be cherished. gently, Pat

[Richard M]

Hi Pat
Nice to meet you. Thank you for reading and your comments. Stoicism and bravado, but my Stroke took care of that and I realised I needed these people. I love them all and so grateful for the distance I've come with their immense help..

Take care my friend.
Richard

[Arundass TP]

A broader view of interaction in community you wrote well.

[Richard M]

Thank you Arundass for reading and your comment.
Take care my friend.
Richard

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 😊