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CAREGIVER – A LIFE-LIVING ROLE
Today’s poetry prompt explores the life-living role of caregiving, what it means to have a caregiver, to be a caregiver, and for some of us, both. Let’s begin with an example by William McDonald.
I want to do this.
I don’t want to do this.
I love doing this.
I hate doing this.
I can do this.
I can’t do this anymore.
Or no choice.
You will be frightened.
You will be alone.
You will have doubt
And you will want out.
But only you will ever know.
And only you will ever know the moments that make it all worthwhile.
CAREGIVER • POETRY PROMPT
Caregiver. What does this word mean to you?
Do you have a caregiver? Are you a caregiver?
Set a timer for five minutes. Write down all the words and phrases that come to mind when you think about the word caregiver.
- the memories
- the images
- a specific event
- daily occurrences
- character traits like gentle, patient, frustrated, rushed, calm, laughter
- a scent
- a sound
- a flavor
- certain times of day or certain days of the week
- specific parts of your routine
- topics of conversation
CAREGIVER POETRY PROMPT • MORE IDEAS
List two good things that happened today. These can be large (for example, no unexpected crises today) or small (for example, a great cup of coffee, a few quiet moments to think).
Was today difficult or unexpectedly easy?
What verbs do you associate with caregiver? What expectations?
Have there been any surprises?
What is your relationship to the caregiver? Is it a relative? Husband or wife, daughter or son, a niece, nephew, aunt, a neighbor? Someone from your church? A paid caregiver?
Is the caregiver you?
What have you learned?
Where have you grown?
What do you wish you had known?
What would you like to pass on to others?
Remember that these questions are just to get you started. Sit with the word for a bit. Allow the words to form. Follow them. Allow them to speak, to tumble and roll. And when they distill into rhythm and form, we’d invite you to share them in the comments or submit them via firstname.lastname@example.org for possible publication.
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