Tuesday, 12th August, 2008 - Ode to a Fidget-holic

Last year I did something very special for mummy...after all she does lots of special things for me. And over the years she has written lots of little (or long) poems about me just because. Well late last year I decided to write one just for mummy! To let her know that I love her and how much I really do appreciate all she does for me - because let's face it, ever since my first stroke and then my legs started to go, she has done loads for me! She is a very special mummy. So I thought I would share my special words with you.

Ode to a Fidget-holic (that's me!! *g*)

Hello, my name is Sheba
and I'm a fidget-holic
For even when my legs don't work
still I must play and frolic

I drag myself from room to room
to follow in the path
Of those who are dearest to me
except when it's time to bath

Yes it's true my arthritic legs
have long since gone to sleep
But still I won't give up the fight
and adventure I still seek

As soon as I am comfortable
I get up once again
And with a whine, I'm not sure why,
I go back to bed again

I wake up in the afternoon
after sleeping all day,
Annoucing with a wayward bark
that I am now awake

And yet do my words carry weight
for my mum still ignores
Until I bark long and loud enough
that she can take no more

Ah, there she is, that's my mum
who tends to all my needs,
She brings me food and makes my bed
and takes me for pee-pee

And even when an accident
is somehow imminent
She cleans it up without a fuss
and calls it "a little present".

She really does look after me
despite my little quirks
When I beckon for her every hour
and really make her work -

I know it sometimes gets to her
I see it in her eyes,
Those days she's tired and had enough
and my whining make her cry

But you know my mum she loves me
and she'll be there all the way
To hold me up when I fall
to look after me every day

You see my legs are tired now
and I need a little help,
For mum and dad, they seem to know
when I'm not feeling well.

I know I am a fidget
and that I whine all day
Just to make my presence felt
or to simply get my way -

But you know that in reality
it's because I so depend
On mum and dad to do the work
because they are my bestest friends.

Old age, it's a bugger
for I'm 14 human years
But for every one there's seven
so I'm nigh on 80 years!

So I guess I am entitled
to a little beckoning
Dementia and incontinence
the delights that old age brings.

Yes, my name is Sheba
and I've had a busy life
But none so special as all the years
I've spent by mum and dad's side.

© 6th November 2007