My Toes Are Freezing

My toes are freezing, my hands are cold
“Best to stay in” The weather man told
But what about my clients, sitting all alone
Waiting for their carers to come into their home

How will they eat, and who will make teas?
Who will cook their mince, mash and peas?
So I slug on my boots, and throw on my coat
The snow all around us acts out like a moat

I slip and slide all the way up their drive
I count myself lucky to be alive
The key safe is frozen, so I bang on door
Praying my client isn’t stuck on the floor

Finally they answer and it feels like a while
But it makes it worth it, to see their small smile
“I thought you weren’t coming dear, are you ok?”
“I’m fine Mrs Smith, It’s just another day”

We sit down and chat all about this thick snow
“You shouldn’t be driving dear, don’t you know?”
“I know Mrs Smith, but how would you cope?”
“Oh I would manage dear, at least I hope”

I cook her her dinner and make her a drink
“You best be getting off, don’t you think?
The road will get worse soon, be careful out there”
I smile at her worry and how she much she cares

So I trudge my way back to my stranded car
A five minute journey seems so far
Finally I’m home, and into a hot bath
Mrs Smith attitude still making me laugh

But carer’s can’t have a snow day like all
No matter how easy or difficult the call
We have to do it, we have to dare
But no job is better than giving good care.


 By Kerry Letting