fixing the fixers?

Who fixes the fixers?

 

Every family has one, a fixer so to speak,

They fix all manner of things, hiding under the roof,

Family issues, for the strong and the meek,

Never ask for anything, they need no proof,

 

Don’t ask, if you are right or wrong,

Making the effort and trying, their best,

Keeping secrets, moving right along,

So others can sleep, and get some rest,

 

Fixers we call them, one and all,

Always showing up, to lend a hand,

Yet, who can these fixers call,

When things for them, are not so grand,

 

Who will fix the fixer’s woes?

When the issue is theirs, who can they call,

In their mind, weakness is what it shows,

Not asking for help, they’d rather fall,

 

“I would have called, you should have said,”

Simply words, after the fact,

Somewhere, deep inside their head,

You would have known, if you kept in contact,

 

So fixers fix, most wrongs from right,

Stand by you, through thick and thin,

Alone they stand, but for you will fight,

Having cared for years, from deep within,

 

They will not hint, nor ask your favour,

But will shyly take an offered hand,

Will sit alone, depression savour,

When all for them, is not so grand,

 

So who helps the fixer, when the fixer has a fall?

Who cleans the mess, they find themselves in,

There is no place, nor number they can call?

Sadly they’re not able, their issues lay within.