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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.
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[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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I've always loved this poem Wiix...thanks for posting it.
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Grand Magnate
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The truely sad part is how TRUE is has become. And Lord I hope I NEVER end up in a Nursing Home. If I do, it'll be many years from now BUT still, is THIS what we all have to look forward to? I hope that I am active and somewhat healthy right up to the end. These long, drawl out declines really, what a total Misery it has to be.
![]() ![]() Has anyone ever wondered if ALL that is going to happen in your life has happened already? And the rest of your life is just going to be endless days of boredom and rejection by society? I am in my mid 50's and am starting to experience it already. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Grand Magnate
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This poem is so true and brought tears to my eyes because it reminded me of my mom who passed in a nursing home. It's something I cannot think about happening to me or else I would be down all the time.
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Grand Magnate
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Mine did too but she had no choice, she needed round the clock care. BUT the good thing was, she was only there less than 2 months. She was fiesty and kicking the whole time up til about the last week when they had her sedated.
Years of heart problems and surgeries left her almost totally immobile. If she hadn't hated me so much I would have stayed with her in her home. The funny thing about that was I still don't know why she hated me. I always loved her and always will. ![]() ![]() How do we resolve these unfinished issues with our parents? ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Grand Magnate
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I'm sorry to hear about the unresolved issues you had with your mom. I have a boat load of guilt for not doing better by my mom. It does get a lump in my throat everytime I think about it.
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