What’s The Song Called

I’m still going with my  theme of “Life As A Carer”, with old poems I’ve not posted, on WordPress, or anywhere else  before .  I hope as readers you don’t mind my indulgence with  these pieces.

 

What’s The Song Called

 

What’s it called, tending to one for so long

Eternally battling on, right or wrong

The advocate, always trying to be so strong

Giving his very being, through every song

 

What’s it called, yearning for one to belong

Living beside a finality, from here to beyond

The partner, always trying to sing along

Wrenching at his inner soul, with every sad song

 

What’s it called, suffering for one so long

Patience wearing away, life seems an eon

The soloist, always crying, not so strong

Fearing his lost heart, until the last song

 

Ivor Steven (c)  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.

34 thoughts on “What’s The Song Called”

  3. Taking a trip down memory lane often opens up a newness, a depth not perceived before. Perhaps not meant to be captured till some later time when it has ripened ready for the picking and tasting.

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  9. This brought tears….especially with Mr. Cocker singing in the background as I read your heart-felt poem. Once again, Ivor…such honesty of emotions and thoughts. I admire your ability to express them in your poems!

    “What’s the song called?”…I think it’s called Loving Kind Willing Compassionate Carer and that describes you, Ivor!

    I have been a carer…but I worry that some day I will need the care. And that scares me. None of the people I’ve cared for have been a burden on me…I was so so SO glad to be able to help and be there with/for them. But, I worry I would be a burden on someone. 😦 I’ve gotta’ do some thinking and dealing with this.

    HUGS!!! 🙂

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    1. Oh Carolyn I to worry about being a cranky old burden. I happy you think my poem is ok, it was written a long time ago when I first started penning poems. They were all hidden away in my desk for years until a close friend asked to read them. She said they were good, but sad….. That was only 10 years ago 🙄😁♥️

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      1. I can’t see you as being cranky, ever!
        I know I won’t be cranky (based on my life-long attitude and silliness), but like I said I do worry about being a burden in any way.

        You are so brave, so kind, and so wonderful to share your poems…especially the oldest ones and the blood-sweat-tears ones. I struggle to share my poems like that that I’ve written. But, you encourage me to be braver!
        (((HUGS)))

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      3. Thank you for sharing the link!

        Through your words and poems I feel like I knew Carole AND that she was such a wonderful woman! 🙂

        I, too, find bravery from those who have gone down those tough roads.
        (((HUGS)))

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    1. Oh I had a hospital app in the morning. I did a lot of walking, and the whole day was very tiring. Had an afternoon sleep, and feeling betterer now. I’ve done my Yorkie pedal and a session of exercises. ♥️♥️🤗🤗

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  14. I so love your poetry my poetic brother 😊💛 I never tire of reading your poems, your memories, your love for Carole. You and I have a caregiver’s bond dear friend, and your Carole and my Lee are smiling down at us. I have no doubt that they, like you and I, have become good friends 😊❤

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    1. Your words are music to my tired old ears, thank you my Tennessee Poet. I’m sure both Lee and Carole are happily looking down on us, and we will have plenty to talk about dear Walt🤗🤗❤️😊😁

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