I didn’t realise I had written so many of these sort of “life as a carer” poems, these were written years ago, when I was struggling with the process of coping…… Please do not over react, many years have gone by, I’m Ok these days. Hopefully my words may help other carers that maybe in a similar situation, and realise that they are not alone out there, with their thought and doubts




The process of being alive

Such an intrusion on going awry

The engagement of caring in life

Such an intrusion on living to get bye


The labour of toiling for pay

Such an intrusion on flying away

The dishonour of begging for more

Such an intrusion on failing to score


The exhaustion of continuing to care

Such an intrusion on needing to dare

The silence of the evening moon

Such an intrusion on hearing too soon


The explosion of morning sunlight

Such an intrusion on pleading for quiet

The disharmony of singing this song

Such an intrusion in sighing, so long


Ivor Steven (c)Β  2019


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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

42 thoughts on “Intrusion”

    1. Oh thank you so much Gina, I appreciate your words, and it’s good to know my words do help. I do cry when I write them, they where heartfelt pieces about of a time in my life, that had a big influence on the rest of my life.

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  1. You have given and continue to give yourself a gift by writing to understand your experience. It is also a brave gift to share openly with others. Thank you for sharing your words.
    At first I didn’t understand the word carer. I have never hear that term before. Is this the same thing as a long term care giver?
    Take care

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  2. Excellent Ivor!!

    Unknown and often unnoticed, you are a hero nonetheless.
    For your love, sacrificial, is God at his best.
    You walk by faith in the darkness of the great unknown,
    And your courage, even in weakness, gives life to your beloved.
    You hold shaking hands and provide the ultimate care:
    Your presence, the knowing, that you are simply there.
    You rise to face the giant of disease and despair,
    It is your finest hour, though you may be unaware.
    You are resilient, amazing, and beauty unexcelled,
    You are the caregiver and you have done well!

    Poem: A Prayer for the Caregiver by Bruce McIntyre

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  3. I love that you spent time getting out your experiences and emotions in your poems, Ivor. And now they are helping others, too!
    Writing does help us…good therapy/cathartic when we are going through the tough-life-stuff.
    That song is one of my fav songs!
    (I’d rather be an over-stuffed-well-worn chair than a fancy designer couch! Ha! πŸ˜€ )
    HUGS!!! πŸ™‚

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    1. I do travel back Colleen, knowing every word I wrote, and what every word was about and what they meant to me. I cried, but that’s ok, I cope well, the tears are one’s knowledge and comprehension now xxπŸ˜πŸ€—πŸ€—


      1. I understand this Ivor. I can read something I wrote as a child and still remember sitting in my room, or down on the farm, or even during class. Our words captured that moment in time for us to relive. You have great coping powers Ivor.

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      1. Vivien’s death was quite a gruesome shock. Years afterwards when people were hearing about it for the first time I always stressed that it was long enough ago for me to have recovered – that is what your preamble keyed into

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  4. I like the flow of the poem as well as the what it feels like to be a carer. I’ve been there several times. Simon and Garfunkel sing in very well. Your connection to music comes across well in your poetry.


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