Thursday, September 07, 2006
Crabby Old Woman....
This was e-mailed to me from a friend in Australia. No doubt it's travelled around the world quite a few times already, but for those who have not seen it before, I think it's worth a read.
Crabby Old Woman
What do you see, nurses ......... What do you see?
What are you thinking ............. When you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman ................ 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 stocking or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, ............ Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, ...... The 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 child 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......And 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's beside me .......... To see I don't mourn
At fifty once more, .................. Babies play 'round my knee,
Again we know children,....... My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me,..........My husband is dead,
I look at the future,........ I 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!!
Crabby Old Woman
What do you see, nurses ......... What do you see?
What are you thinking ............. When you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman ................ 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 stocking or shoe?
Who, resisting or not, ............ Lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, ...... The 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 child 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......And 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's beside me .......... To see I don't mourn
At fifty once more, .................. Babies play 'round my knee,
Again we know children,....... My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me,..........My husband is dead,
I look at the future,........ I 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!!
# posted by LePhare @ 11:23 PM 
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oh god that is so beautiful...it brought a tear to my eye!
and yes...we too often don't see, or take the time to see
and yes...we too often don't see, or take the time to see
Oh this is wonderful,I have read one that is from an elderly man's point of view, of course I can't remember it...duh! I think I will post this at work...thanks.
It brought back to me something a nurse said to my husband's grandmother on Sunday...she is 92....she told grams that our hearts weren't made to last that long...and I remember thinking...well hers has, and it is still so full of love, and that maybe she (the nurse) needed to remember that!
Oh and I found the link from which I pilfered some of my pinup art.. the artists name is Paul Corfield.
http://www.spitfireart.com/pinupart.html
It brought back to me something a nurse said to my husband's grandmother on Sunday...she is 92....she told grams that our hearts weren't made to last that long...and I remember thinking...well hers has, and it is still so full of love, and that maybe she (the nurse) needed to remember that!
Oh and I found the link from which I pilfered some of my pinup art.. the artists name is Paul Corfield.
http://www.spitfireart.com/pinupart.html
They are words that hit home to me. My mother's 89 and not doing too good.
Thanks for the info S.D, I'll check Mr. Corfield out.
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Thanks for the info S.D, I'll check Mr. Corfield out.
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