Every few years I pull out this poem to end the year. For those who have read it, enjoy it again. For our newish folks, please take a minute to read it. Its sentiment is something we all should remember with every pair of eyes we look into on our visits.
Have wonderful holidays and the Happiest of New Years as you embark on your visits for 2015 and the VPP enters it's 28th year of service
Lee Gaffney
President
When an elderly 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 where it has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of North Ireland Association of Mental Health. This little Scottish lady who thought she had nothing left to give to the world, is the authoress of this poem winging across the internet.
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 you bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten...with a father and mother,
brothers and sister, 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 around 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, nurses, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman; look closer...see ME!!
Author........Annonymous
