Crabby Old Lady Patient

  1. I received this via email. I haven't seen it before and it really touched my heart. As I'm getting on myself, I see the truth in it. Hope it hasn't been shared here before.

    When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small
    hospital near Dundee, Scotland, nurses
    found this poem among her things.

    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!!
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