In the beginning, you knew all about me,
which buttons to push,
how to hook me up,
install programs, fix problems.
Now, you hesitate,
push the wrong buttons.
When I don’t give you the desired response,
you beat my keyboard, proclaim I don’t work.
I needed new parts because I was slow to start.
You had them installed.
Still, you become frustrated
when I don’t perform the desired function.
I wish I could read your thoughts,
still want to please you.
This poem appears in How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver and That’s Life: New and Selected Poems