Today’s poetry prompt is explores the life-living role of caregiving – what it means to have a caregiver, to be a caregiver, for some of us, both. Let’s begins 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. 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.
- a specific event
- daily occurrences
- character traits (gentle, patient, frustrated, rushed, calm, laughter,)
- a scent
- a sound
- a flavor
- certain times of day or days of the week
- specific parts of your routine
- topics of conversation
List two good things that happened today. These can be large (ie: no unexpected crises today), or small (ie: 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 or 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 speak, to tumble and roll. And when they distill into rhythm and form, we’d invite you share them in the comments or submit them via email@example.com for possible publication. (When submitting for publication, please include a headshot, brief bio and links to your website and/or social media.)
Enjoy the prompt! We look forward to reading the results!
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Author and Co-Founder at Chronic Joy Ministry, Inc.
Cindee is a wife of 28 years to the man she loves most in this world, mama of five world-shaking creatives (18-27), author of Discovering Hope, Finding Purpose, Embracing Worth and I Take You in Sickness and in Health, photographer, craver of quiet, lover of cotton, denim, Jesus and tea, and co-founder of Chronic Joy®. Cindee and four of her five kids have Ehlers-Danlos, dysautonomia, intractable migraine, and myriad co-existing conditions, through which they're learning the deeper the valley, the greater their capacity for joy.