When a new day wakes me, each
worry rises too, greets the morning,
rubbing the eyes and joining the others
that crowd around as we
all, the whole battalion of us, put
on our work boots and dress ourselves
and prepare to pretend we've got it all together.
worry rises too, greets the morning,
rubbing the eyes and joining the others
that crowd around as we
all, the whole battalion of us, put
on our work boots and dress ourselves
and prepare to pretend we've got it all together.
Each morning we put ourselves together.
Ruth Bowen Hersey
posted with permission
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Photo - taken by my brother
My Dad's Army boots
My Dad's Army boots
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Personal Note: I love this poem because sometimes now,
since I became a "caregiver", this is how I feel. Every morning
boots on the ground, hit the ground running, feeling overwhelmed,
like I'm always trying to "put myself together" meeting the challenges
of this "new" role...
since I became a "caregiver", this is how I feel. Every morning
boots on the ground, hit the ground running, feeling overwhelmed,
like I'm always trying to "put myself together" meeting the challenges
of this "new" role...
Things need to change...
I need to remember my Inner Being, my Inner Life...
Stay tuned...:)
