Role Reversal

At nine o'clock your day begins
but I've been up since six
cleaning clothes and scrubbing floors
mushing up your Weetabix
I have to empty all the bins
and wash the dishes up
then I come and bathe you
you're such a mucky pup
clothes hanging on the wardrobe
prepared the night before
I dress you and I feed you
then I clean your mess once more
I put the TV on for you
but I never get a chance to see
my entire life revolves around you
when do I get some time for me?
I'm dying on my feet now
as dinner time draws near
I have to go to the supermarket
but I can't leave you here
we head off at a snails pace
as people stare at you
pulling things from shelves onto the floor
more clearing up for me to do
Why must you make my life so hard?
It's like this every day
at four o'clock the doorbell rings
my friends asking me to go and play
I'd love to, but I never get the chance
at least not with you around
I love you, but sometimes...sometimes I wish you'd die
and the'yd put you in the ground
I hate myself for thinking it
it's not your fault in any way
but when you go my life can start
maybe then I'll go and play
 

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Stu Buck

Fri 24th Aug 2018 13:54

excellent stuff matt. heartbreaking really. i hope you are keeping well mate xxxx

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Brian Maryon

Fri 24th Aug 2018 11:14

Hi Matthew - having shared some caring duties with my siblings for my mother I know how onerous it can be, though you'd do anything for a loved one at the end of their life. But for a child to give up their childhood is hard to imagine, though I know it goes on all over the country.

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