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Kevin Rankin

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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