September 9, 2015 Tom Atkins Poem: The Caregiver The Caregiver The bottles stand like a crowd of beggers, each one open and empty, hungry to be filled, each with their special potion, their miracle cures, and you are overwhelmed, unsure where to start and wondering who will fill you. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...