This image shows a series of charts and lists.
When my family was young, I struggled to involve them in taking part in chores to make all our lives easier, and to share the burden (as I saw it) of caring for our home.
The poem, Kate's poem, is about an old woman, still living, although inside a body that is wearing out. The text of it is here (in case you cannot read it in the image.) I expect when I first read it, I was years before that stage. Now, I wonder will I end up this way - not being able to speak would seem to be the ultimate agony for a chatterbox like me.
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