Helpless Thing

Helpless Thing

From the first fumbling light

Of dawn’s bugle call.

He possesses my waking hours

In total devoted care.

Not for an instant can I rest.

Should this helpless scrap of humanity

Stumble and falter ere now.

Washing, feeding, caring in

Ouroboros cycling without end.

My guiding hand unseen

Directs his every need.

I do the work of many

And all for this needy one

Never stopping, never ending

I answer every ego-driven call

Dusk long abed

No happy ending in my sight

Just an Everest of washing

To pass away the night.

Each closing thought the same…

Why did I marry him at all?