Crabby Old Lady !

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Crabby Old Lady !

Post by Garry » Sat May 02, 2015 7:55 am

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.
Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.
One nurse took her copy to Alberta.
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.
This little old woman, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Crabby Old Lady !
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!!

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!
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.
They must be felt by the heart.

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Re: Crabby Old Lady !

Post by ano1 » Sat May 02, 2015 7:56 pm

Thanks for sharing that. I have always loved this poem. It is a wonderful reminder that we will all be there one day.

When I worked with old people I always tried to find the person inside. Some were surprisingly, a teacher, a revered businesswoman, a mother of many children, a respected lawyer, etc. All had a story, even if they were unable to tell it themselves. One lady I had the privilege of caring for, was often quite cranky; one day a family member left a beautiful book of stunningly wonderful short stories and poems... the author was our cranky lady. When asked if she knew any poems she would begin reciting lengthy beautiful words. Even though she was now confused, the writings came from deep within her, always accompanied with passion and a beautiful smile as she recited each one. We were allowed to have a glimpse of who she had been, and in her mind, still was. These kinds of experiences were my favorite part of my job. Thanks again, for sharing. ano

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