When your
nearest & dearest are paid professionals
Some days the rain falls in light rhythms
Though the sky stares back blankly at you
She cheered me up for a time
With her unexpected beauty inner & outer
Until the spell ended & she was just doing her job
Some people do their job with love
It just emanates from them, it’s in the eyes, the ears
She was one could’ve been a carer from any nation
You can’t teach that, some just have it
She listened as is the way & when I asked her
If I could ask her questions, I blushed
Because what I wanted to say would’ve opened me up
Far deeper than my psychiatric biographic list of
disasters
My social worker, on meeting her for the first time
When your nearest & dearest are paid professionals
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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