in Change Poems
I ask but this one small thing.
Give me the worldly skies
For I cannot stay trapped here
A little bird am I....
It is not your conversation
That keeps me entertained
But rather the way you look at me
That makes me feel sustained
Thank you. It’s a warm poem. It reminds me of the boy I loved silently in primary school. I forget when I fell in love, but I remember when he yelled, “I like you,” but not to me. I remember...
Hi! This is a remarkable poem. I love the way you used the words. I just have to add though, that it saddens me that poetry about care is always reminding people/caregivers/nurses to be nicer. I worked in care for 8 years before moving to China. It is sad to say that some people do need this sort of reminding but the caring caregivers never get mentioned. Out of all the caregivers I've worked with (and I've worked with many) only a handful could have done with reading this poem and others like it. There's also soo much love in care homes and caregivers really do care regardless of the simple few who give this profession such a bad name. Just my thoughts.
Thank you. I am currently working on a website to promote my poetry. I hope you will check it out once it's up and running.