He wears the same undies-day after day-
He can’t dress himself so with him I stay.
He tends to spill both food & drink-
Now he eats bread with a fork-does he think?
He walks 10 feet behind me-at a very slow pace-
He thinks there are steps & it is just regular space.
I sit & step in tinkle- I guess he can’t see-
He sometimes shaves in the kitchen where he should not be!
We sleep with lights on-he is up 2-3 times a night-
This caregiving is 24/7-sometimes I want to take flight!
He no longer plays golf, he sold his beloved boat to our son-
He doesn’t attend Rotary, nor hardly goes for a run.
He doesn’t always make sense, his words are a jumble-
He talks to himself, he surely does mumble.
I’ve hired caregivers & at home he refuses to stay-
He runs out the door & from home he does stray.
He should have water, but he refuses to drink-
When I give it to him, he just gives me a wink?
He asks me a question- I give him my reply-
Then he does the opposite, why do I try?
His primary care doctor calls him a “tough cookie”
I think life’s a nightmare, but I’m a caregiver rookie!
Florida is his mistress-from there he won’t roam-
He likes to walk the beaches & watch the seafoam!
He sits on the porch & watches the ocean-
And looks at the birds flying in motion!
He is always with me-he sticks to me like glue-
We should call him “Elmer”- he is now part of my crew!!!!
Signed – FiFI (FInd It Fix It !!!!!)