Hi everyone, and welcome to my 54th Crap Poem as part of the COPE campaign.
Yes, you’ll be relieved to know I’ve finally stopped writing poems dedicated to Christmas. Instead I’m going to start posting the non-festive poems that I wrote throughout November and December, and this is the first.
We all have friends we love and can rely on, and some of those friends become more like family. What happens when someone who cares for you becomes close? Can a carer also be a friend? I think I’ve found a version of this idea that works, and that’s what I’ve written about here.
Of course it’s a bit of fun, but I do have a real-life carer who gives my partner restbite once a week. She’s made a huge difference to our lives and giving him a bit of freedom once a week takes pressure away for everyone. Hearing some of her stories about patients she’s supported in the past has only strengthened my admiration for anyone working in the profession – it really is a selfless job with a huge amount of stress and must be emotionally draining.
Remember – if you or someone you love is struggling with anxiety, stress or any other mental health concern, there are lots of helpful support lines and organisations you can contact for help on my mental health and suicide prevention support lines page.
Here’s the poem, I hope you like something about it (probably the end!).
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My friendly carer
As ageing ups and time goes down
Supportive friends reverse our frown.
A mutual and helpful plan
Just love is shared within this clan.
Rounding us like herded sheep
Friends by our side while others sleep.
Making sure, through thick and thin
we’re propping up each others chin.
There’s never any bone to pick
Just kindness is their most used trick.
The pack will work around the clock
An enemy will meet their block.
Hobbies often keep us sane
Your tribe will join in every game.
Swimming, running, just a nap
With your mate, life feels less crap.
Family aren’t always the best
Keeping cards close to their chest.
Uplifting people you select
Create a circle you’ll protect.
Can you find them? Should you trust?
Don’t fall to friendship wanderlust.
My crew are mainly fostered friends
A group on which I could depend.
But as time passed, they went away
Leaving me with just one stray.
Her constant yapping, moans and hunger
were not attempts from a scaremonger
Embraced within her loving snood
Her warm hugs thawing any mood.
She’s all I have now, lets be clear
This single friendship, I hold dear.
I often wonder what I’d do
If one day she left me too.
So I cherish every day
thankful she’s here in every way.
I hope there’s many years to come.
My dog’s my friend, and I’m her mum.
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My best friend is my dog. She’s saved my life at least once and I owe her everything. I hate watching her age, but I love every second that she shows me love and affection, so I return it to her 10-fold.
Remember if you need more distractions then there are more jokes on my Hold Humour page, as well as haikus on Haiku Hope, awful poems on Crap Poems and odd language in Weird Words. I also have a Tpage dedicated to stress hacks and other ideas to try if you need a distraction within the COPE campaign section of this website.
Thanks for visiting 🌲
Creative Steph 