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When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt 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 Ireland.
The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health.
A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem.
An Old Lady's Poem
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 vigour 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!!
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Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within...
rocco di ciommo, today at 16:42h
grande ritratto !
roro ro, today at 16:47h
Really great your portrait of this lady. The poem you have found and attached makes me thoughtful. As well your own message.
Regards, Roland
Dagmar Illing, today at 18:46h
A life in a poem - very, very special! Thank you for sharing this with us!
The sensitive portrait of the old lady fits very well to these impressive poetry.
Many hugs, Dagmar
Lawson McCulloch, today at 20:15h
A beautiful poem, with very beautiful and meaningful words. I often say to people, remember you will be old yourself one day.
best wishes from Lawson.
Adele Oliver, today at 20:42h
A wonderful image of this fine old lady .... the hint of a smile suits her well, giving an idea of how young and lovely she must have looked..... and how young she must still feel in her heart. Your wise citation makes one think, Inez - a great combination of photograph and words.
hugs, Adele
A fantastic portrait with a very touching story and poem Inez. You have all my respect for your love of the aged. This old lady had the most beautiful smile and you captured it so well. Well done my friend!
Deryck
oh my friend the poem is so moving, so true, so full of love, respect for human soul whatever happens to its body, I'm deeply impressed, thanks so much for sharing, I'll keep these words close to my heart
And you choose such a nice portrait of this old llady with her wonderful smile and this way to look straight in our eyes, it adds to the power of the words !
Un portrait remarquable d'authenticité humaine... Cette dame est belle de vie, de dignité, de vérité sans faux-semblants... Compliments! Bises, Michèle
S P L E N D I D E portrait, je vois sa belle âme dans son regard... il y a une grande complicité entre vous.... Magnifique NB... Bises amicales de Manouchette et de son chaton J.Claude...(favorite)...
in the case of your beautiful ancient lady here, it's easy to see "beyond the shell" – the whole essence of her being has just surfaced and spread on her face for this great portrait of yours: her personality, her memories, her history it's all there dancing a triumphant and kind dance for us! sometimes, though, i find it hard to be patient enough to see through all the wrinkles, frustrations, the grumpiness and also intolerance of some old people i encounter in the streets or on the bus – still a lot better off than the nameless old lady who both moved and shamed her nurses to tears with her rhymes! i guess the better off you are, the less problems you have the more you tend to complain about the world, the young, the irreverance… it's a two-sided enterprise: to care rather than look away, to accept rather than judge, to tolerate the other and fight once own stubborn prejudice – goes for both old and young i think. and yes, i'm guilty, too of sometimes seeing "crabby old women" rather than individuals with a personal history and soul – your portrait is a great reminder to not let those "basics of human interaction" slip away but to make an effort to overcome the "generation gap"! hugs, sabine.
A PRO, not only for an excellent portrait of a graceful old lady, but also for the intent of making us look beyond wrinkles and grey hair.
We ought to discover the person behind this mask, to appreciate her / his personality and to take advantage of her / his experience, no matter who this old person is, the one of the photo, the old man at the park or the old lady in the shop.
Thanks Inez for this wonderful picture, and the wonderful poem ...
Bernd Ullrich, 6.11.2011 um 16:57 Uhr
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