Here it is: My A To Z Challenge. An adventure. My attempt at telling you my story. I care for my husband who has end-stage Parkinson's disease.
Oh how he loves his ice cream.
And it makes him cough the most.
He likes to eat it at bedtime.
And then coughs, and coughs, and coughs.
But we still get him his ice cream.
Cause what he loves is what it's about.
No matter about my irritation.
Which most often comes from coughing.
How can I be so irritated, you say?
It doesn't take much at times.
Sometimes it is just the little things.
Cause about the big things I just can't think
I'm too irritated by things so small.
I have to let go of the big things, that's all.
And believe it or not he becomes irritated
With all of us.
And sometimes it is cute.
But most of the time it's not.
I hate everything about my impatience.
Which is not about to change.
It's been with me for a lifetime.
So therefore, it's out of my control.
Or that's what I like to think.
I feel so much guilt with the impatience.
So I don't like to linger here.
Or maybe I am just too impatient
To really care.
So bring me a bowl of ice cream
Let the impatience and irritation go.
They can come again another day.
They will, of that I know.