Role Reversal

Poem By Sallie Howson

“You’re cruel”,
She tells me every morning
Stepping out of the shower
Into the radiator warmed bathrobe
I’m holding
For her.

Sunday night was bathnight
When I was a girl.
A steamy, bubbly snowfield
To play in
But the hairwash after
That was torture.
Me screaming “You’re cruel,
Grandad save me”.

I wonder if she remembers this
Every morning
When she tells me I’m cruel.

Comments about Role Reversal

Stepping out of the shower Into the radiator warmed bathrobe I’m holding For her.- - - - - - - -> very well-written visual
A carers tale told only as a carer can. Soft and warm with a dash of bitter reality.


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