Being a family caregiver is a job like no other. Unlike nurses, policemen, and factory workers, caregivers don’t go home at the end of the day. Except for times when they can get respite care, they’re always on the job, meeting their loved ones’ needs, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
I was a family caregiver for seven years so I should know. I feel blessed to have met and married Bill. Although caring for him wasn’t easy, I couldn’t walk away after he suffered his first stroke. Alice’s poem offers encouragement to others in this position.
Blessed Are the Caregivers
by Alice Jane-Marie Massa
(This poem is dedicated to my dad who was my mother’s caregiver,
as well as to all other caregivers.)
In the midst of the seasons of life,
too often in the months of hard winter
comes an extraordinary season of giving,
of giving care,
of giving and giving,
the 24/7 kind of giving–
giving until exhaustion overwhelms love,
giving until a weariness overshadows the spirit–
then, finding that the heart has even more to give
because of a belief in duty and love,
because of promises and prayers.
Blessed are these caregivers.
Surely, they will be given uncommon strength
through the touch
of an angel’s
Blessed are the caregivers,
for they will inherit the gentle grace of God.
Blessed are these caregivers,
and bless those who receive their care and love.
With gratitude to and admiration of all caregivers,
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