I have been a volunteer for years and I do my job with all my heart and with great pleasure.
I work in a care center and I bring the residents as best I can, several times a week a little fun.

I support the welfare workers with activities and I also help on the groups.
But... for the vocals, yes yes for the vocals they can call me completely independent.

I know almost everyone, and that's of course because I can go almost anywhere.
I was fine, I sat in my skin, until that horrible Corona managed to thwart my whole life.

I don't want to complain, my heart goes out to all of you in the care and not to myself, after all it has always been.
But, it's terrible to be 'excluded', I understand this, it's about privacy, but it makes me restless and I even feel a little fearful every now and then.

It's been five weeks now that I can't go to work and it's going to take a while.
Gosh, I would so like to peek inside for a second.

How is Kees, how is Mien?
Yes, how are “my” dear residents, I haven't seen them in so long.

Who can I greet again when everything is over?
And who, yes, who can't I meet anymore?

Without farewell, disappeared under my caring hands.
Without parting, abruptly interrupted, my heart must weep.

Without saying goodbye, I had to stop my work.
And now I'm at home, I often feel aimless, Corona knows how to hit me as a volunteer.

And you know, when I come back “later “things will be different... I'll probably shoot from A to Z.
Yes, then I think I can see what's gone and I miss a decent piece, just like my example of the alphabet.

From A to Z, I'm not sure how to describe it...
But I miss a big and far-reaching process in the workplace, where I have been able to stay for years, several days a week.

It is no different, it is good, but I wish with all my heart, that it should not take much longer.
You know what, yeah... I'm gonna do that. I'm just gonna send a card.

Just a message, “so “a ticket because I want to let you know that I haven't forgotten “my “people.

by: a Voice of Thoughts www.angelienahuis.nl / info@angelienahuis.nl

Read also my other poems regarding Corona in the care of the elderly:

Poem number 1... following the message: “No more visit in nursing homes”
Poem number 2... n.a.v. the message: “Children sign for the elderly”
Poem number 3... n.a.v. the message: “Coronacrisis shows that work can also be done differently”
Poem number 4... n.a.v. the message: “If your first name is suddenly world news”
Poem number 5... n.a.v. the message: “Cuddling is missed”
Poem number 6... n.a.v. the message: “Massly digital”
Poem number 7... n.a.v. a dream: “Welfare TV”
Poem number 8... n.a.v. lack of family: “The toll of Corona”
Poem number 9... an encouragement:” Psalm 42”
Poem number 10...” I am a volunteer and Corona touches me too”

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I'm a volunteer, and Corona gets me too...