Role Reversal Poem by Sallie Howson
Role Reversal
“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.
A carers tale told only as a carer can. Soft and warm with a dash of bitter reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 1:37:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Stepping out of the shower Into the radiator warmed bathrobe I’m holding For her.- - - - - - - -> very well-written visual