THEY CAN STAND TALL
Each day they go to work
They'll give a little cheer
To people who are aging,
Their families hold them dear!
With minds no longer lucid,
Each memory now gone.
Families stressed..cannot give care,
Staff replace them..one by one.
They bathe each one with Patience
And dress them each with Love,
Place each bite into their mouth
With the Kiss of God above.
With each bit of care and kindness,
They will make their life have joy...
All these gentle tactics
They will everyday employ.
They hide among the simple
Or among the very small,
But each and every Care Giver
Can stand so Very Very Tall! ! ! ! ! ! !
Thank you my friends,
You are God's Angels.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 2006 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)
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