FROM THE EDITOR'S PEN
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Speak up when we complain about how hard it is
for Mom to hear; after years at the disco, no sound
is too clear
Slow down when we jog by, complaining about the man
with the cane, ‘cause I think I just got a charley
horse or at least a small sprain
When I talk with Mom’s doc about her memory
disorder, this time I must remember to bring a tape
recorder
It’s fun to watch Dad try to run a microwave; if I
knew how to use my cell phone camera, that’s a
picture I would save
Those who are old and those who are grey, I’m glad
that at least I’m nothing like they…
Think about the words above when those who frustrate
you are also those that you love
For it may soon be your own kids, as quick as you
please, begging and pleading: “Mom, where did you
hide the keys?”
Gary Barg
Editor-in-Chief
gary@caregiver.com
