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Mother - Care
don't call me her carer
it smells of something worse
of the twisted professions
still misusing this word
with a meaning quite different
to what caring is in truth
and unfulfilled people
gaining power and loot
the career following, cupboard loving
paid pretend friends
and employed nurturers
who need crips to depend
I am her MOTHER
her full time adorer
who explodes when she smiles
whose heart breaks when she cries
who worries constantly
and continually sheds
the tears which cushion her
ride through this mess
I'm here because I love her
how about you?
don't compare my contribution
to what you do.
clair lewis © 1999
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