SONS and daughters, husbands, wives

Each devoting their own lives

To taking care of those in need

And naturally hope they will succeed

In bringing comfort to family and friends

Then being exhausted when their own day ends.

Sometimes it is the whole day through

They spend doing whatever there is to do

Cooking, washing, helping them get dressed

Eventually realising they themselves must rest

These unsung heroes keep on the go

But who cares for the carers?

Please let me know.

Malcolm Fox

Draycott Cam