Kevin was a client
With whom I was so blessed
A young man in his 50's
His caring, I caressed.
He'd had a traffic accident,
Paraplegia, made him weak
No longer could he verbalise,
His 'blinking' eyes, did speak.
He trusted me entirely
Knew everything I'd say,
His face lit up each morning
When I came by his way.
Didn't trust the female carers
To stand him on his feet
But with me holding on t'him
Would stand tall, eyes did meet.
They had to use the 'Hoyer"
He did not like that hoist,
Though 'cause he was so nervous
On him they had no choice.
There was one super female
That's Alison, by name
When I had planned vacation
On Kevin, her, did train.
Explained what we were doing
And gave the reason why,
Then after I had shown her,
On Kevin, she, did try.
I think, because I'd told him,
He seemed okay with she,
Though secretly, deep down inside,
He wished it would be me.
The day I did return though,
From his bed, me did see,
Blinked once, twice, thrice, in disbelief,
"You're back, to care for me".
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