Oh, great helper! We could use you right away.
Our special needs oft exceed our strength I must confess
We’ll codify what works for you no worries ‘bout the rest.
For if money were no object we’d hire a sweet Madre,
To live with us around the clock. She’d never want to stray.
She’d be an instant relative, a loyal bud nonetheless.
Oh, great helper!
Do you hear us? Please don’t run away.
Loving hands, a caring heart you possess.
You’re made for this, designed and destined for success.
Do what you can for whom you can while still day.
Oh, great helper!
Rondine-ish poem by L.A. Taylor
Find ways to pay for the help you need at Resources for Caregivers.
“We must work the works of Him who sent Me as long as it is day; night is coming when no one can work.”-John 9:4
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