Who Cares For That Carer?

Here at Bristol Black Carers, we wanted to share this beautiful poem with our service users.

'Who cares for that carer?' I hear a man say

'Her day blends with night and then night becomes day.

'The cooking, the cleaning, the hospital trips,

The changing, the bathing, wiping food from his lips,

The meltdowns, the tears... so hard to endure,

What keeps her from walking straight out of that door?

I'll tell you what stops me from leaving each day

And what gets me through when I don't want to stay

It begins with an 'L' and ends with an 'E',

It's a power, a force, emanating from me,

An empathetic heart, a gift from above,

I do this, my friend, in the name of LOVE.