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Friday, April 24, 2015

Words to Remember -- Believe Me -- Beauty to Enjoy!



When  an old woman died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in Moosomin, Saskatchewan,Canada..it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.  Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. 
  
What do you see nurses?  . .. . What do you see? 
What are you thinking ..  .. .. when you're looking at me? 
A crabby old lady .. ..  .. not very wise, 
Uncertain of habit .. .  .. with faraway eyes? 
Who dribbles her food  .. .. .. and makes no reply. 
When you say in a loud voice .. .. .. 'I do wish you'd try!' 
Who seems not to notice  .. .. .. the things that you do. 
And forever is losing ..  .. .. A sock or shoe? 
Who, resisting or not  .. .. .. lets you do as you will, 
With bathing and feeding  .. .. .. a long day to fill? 
Is that what you're  thinking? . .. .. Is that what you see? 
Then open your eyes, nurse .. . .. you're not looking at me. 

I'll tell you who I am  .. .. .. As I sit here so still, 
As I do at your bidding,  .. .. .. as I eat at your will. 
I'm a small girl of Ten  . .. . with a father and mother, 
Brothers and sisters ..  .. .. who love one another. 

A young girl of Sixteen  .. .. .. with wings on her feet. 
Dreaming that soon now  .. .. .. a lover she'll meet. 
A bride soon at Twenty  .. .. .. my heart gives a leap. 
Remembering, the vows ..  .. .. that I promised to keep. 

At Twenty-Five, now ..  .. .. I have young of my own. 
Who need me to guide .  .. ..  a secure happy home. 
A woman of Thirty . ..  .. My young now grown fast, 
Bound to each other ..  .. .. With ties that should last. 

At Forty, my young sons  .. .. .. have grown and are gone, 
But my man is beside me  . .. . to see I don't mourn. 
At Fifty, once more, .  .. .. babies play 'round my knee, 
Again, we know children  .. .. . My husband and me. 

Dark days are upon me ..  .. .. my husband's now dead. 
I look at the future ..  .. .. and shudder with dread. 
For my young are all rearing .. .. .. young of their own. 
And I think of the years  .. .. . and the love that I've known. 

I'm now an old woman ..  . .. and nature is cruel. 
'Tis jest to make old  age .. .. .. look like a fool. 
The body, it crumbles ..  .. .. grace and vigor depart. 
There is now a stone ..  . .. where I once had a heart. 

But inside this  old  carcass .. .. .. a young girl still dwells, 
And now and again .. ..  .. my battered heart swells. 
I remember the joys .  .. .. I remember the pain. 
And I'm loving and  living .. .. .. life over again. 

I  think of the  years, all too few .. .. .. gone too fast. 
And accept the stark fact .. .. . that nothing can last. 
So open your eyes, people .. .. .. open and see. 
Not a crabby old woman  .. .. .. look  closer .. .. .. see ME!! 


The old woman's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis  Association for Mental Health.  A slide presentation has also been made based on this simple, but eloquent,  poem. 

Remember this poem  when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without  looking at the young soul within.  We will all, one day, be there, too!

9 comments:

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Oh yes, this has become a modern classic - and bears multiple readings! Thank you for refreshing the collective memory Sylvia... Have a super weekend. YAM xx

Fotolosopher said...

Wow, this is very powerful, probably more so for some of us getting near her age! No geriatric ward for me, though. I'm gonna die on the golf course or in front of my computer!

Mama Zen said...

Oh, that poem made me cry!

TexWisGirl said...

*sigh*

George said...

Thanks for a thoughtful, beautiful, post.

My name is Riet said...

What a beautiful post Sylvia. That poem is wonderful and to my believe can be very true. We all were young once and hopefully the nurses get older. Have a nice weekend.

Betty Manousos said...

such a beautiful post!
made me cry..

PerthDailyPhoto said...

Very poignant Sylvia.. One thing is for sure we will all get older.

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