Some times it's hard to try to help and fix that which can not be fixed. I think many of us try to do that...M

Reads like a tormented cry for help. I know that sound, I heard it last night after I couldn't sleep for two hours because I was cold and my legs bothered me. She was at wits end because I couldn't convey to her what I needed in my search for sleep. This has gone on for twenty years and is likely to continue at least ten more. I'm not sure she can continue to take on the burden she has.

Somehow, I am able to handle it as long as I have help. But all of my helpers are now complaining and I'm not sure if I can replace them when they quit.

Ron

you can't fix everyone Deborah although some time we want to
budd

I'm bouncing along writing my poems and then.. I see yours, and think.."Oops, I should have written it like that.
Jolly good job. Every word a gem.