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I heard a bit of this poem when I was much younger and never forgot it. Highlighted in Bold is the part that has stayed in my head for probably 30 years but I never read the entire poem. This poem was found in Kate's belongings after her death in a Nursing home.
![]() "Kate"
[A poem about humanity] What do you see nurses What do you see? Are you thinking when you are looking at me A crabbit old woman not very wise, Uncertain of habit with far-away 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 unresisting 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 use 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 build a secure happy home. A young woman of thirty my young now grow fast, Bound to each other with ties that should last: At forty my young ones now grown will soon be gone, But my man stays 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 busy rearing young of their own, And I think of the years and the love I have known; I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel, 'I' is her jest to make old age look like a fool. The body it crumbles, grace and vigour depart, There now is a stone Where once I had a heart: But inside this old carcase a young girl still dwells, And now and again my battered hearth swells, I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I'm moving 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 nurses, Open and see, Not a crabbit old woman, look closer see ME |
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