Published Mar 30, 2005
mandykal, ADN, RN
343 Posts
The Cute Little Lady in The Pink Sweater
By Dawn Maselli, RN
They can take my meal away before I'm done
They can talk to me like I'm dumb
They can refer to me as a "Feeder"
Fluff me up to make me look neater
They talk about me like I'm not Here
They address me as "honey" "cutie and "dear".
But there are things they can't do to me
As they insult my dignity
Oh there are things they can't do to me
They can't take away my memories
My Roles through this life cement my presence
With withered mind they call senescence
I am rich in culture, wisdom and knowledge
That medical people can't learn in college
I am a mother, a sister, a historian, a wife
I have mastered many roles throughout my life
I created warm meals in my day
I wiped my children's tears away
I cared for a close knit family
Who look up to and value me
And now I master another role
Dependent patient with golden soul
If just one of "them" would sit with me
I'd share with them this history
And if one would stay awhile
I'd teach them that I'm still God's child.
They are so busy this I know
I have aged and have gotten slow
This I must share in written word
I may not be seen but I will be heard
They say I'm anxious, noisy and loud
This life has taught me not to be too proud
I am too many things to capture in a letter
I am so much more than the lady in the pink sweater
If you've listened from the start
I may help you find your heart.
_____________________________________________________________
jamy
9 Posts
What a wonderful poem. We must all take the time to treat people with dignity. Not hurried, not demeaning, not childlike. Our elder patients can teach us so much about life and what it is important. Stop and take the time to listen to them. Let's not forget listening is so therapeutic for both the person talking and the person listening. So stop, slow down, and listen. Thank you for sharing such a wonderful poem
The Cute Little Lady in The Pink SweaterBy Dawn Maselli, RN They can take my meal away before I'm done They can talk to me like I'm dumb They can refer to me as a "Feeder" Fluff me up to make me look neater They talk about me like I'm not Here They address me as "honey" "cutie and "dear". But there are things they can't do to me As they insult my dignity Oh there are things they can't do to me They can't take away my memories My Roles through this life cement my presence With withered mind they call senescence I am rich in culture, wisdom and knowledge That medical people can't learn in college I am a mother, a sister, a historian, a wife I have mastered many roles throughout my life I created warm meals in my day I wiped my children's tears away I cared for a close knit family Who look up to and value me And now I master another role Dependent patient with golden soul If just one of "them" would sit with me I'd share with them this history And if one would stay awhile I'd teach them that I'm still God's child. They are so busy this I know I have aged and have gotten slow This I must share in written word I may not be seen but I will be heard They say I'm anxious, noisy and loud This life has taught me not to be too proud I am too many things to capture in a letter I am so much more than the lady in the pink sweater If you've listened from the start I may help you find your heart._____________________________________________________________
ValerieB
61 Posts
JVanRN
406 Posts
Thanks for this. I think sometimes we all need to be reminded that our patients are people too every once in a while. It's so easy to forget this as we become so busy with all of our tasks. Sadly the state of nursing to day (huge focus on paperwork, paperwork and CYA) has made this harder and harder to do.
dbsn00
234 Posts
LPN1974, LPN
879 Posts
That's a very good poem. :heartbeat :heartbeat :heartbeat
Ya know, that can very well be us one of these days, too.
Your welcome, I just had to post it because that caught my heart.