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A LIFE WELL LIVED

Sunday, May 05, 2013





Vincent Van Gogh —"Old Woman of Arles " — 1888
Van Gogh Museum , Amsterdam .

A LIFE WELL LIVED


When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee , Scotland , it was believed 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 . The old lady’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health.
And now this little old Scottish lady, with seemingly nothing left to give to the world, is the author of this simple, yet eloquent, poem that is traveling the world by Internet. Goes to show that we all leave "SOME footprints in time".....
A Crabby Old Woman
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!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person whom you might unthinkingly brush aside without remembering that there's young soul that still lives within them ... for we will all, one day, be there, too!
~ Author Unknown

thanks for dropping by....
blessings and hugs...........lita
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NYARAMULA 5/10/2013 3:13AM

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JAMER123 5/7/2013 1:18AM

    Thank you LITA!! That is a beautiful poem. Fits right with my MIL a she is looked over now by hospice nurses. God bless!!
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GOANNA2 5/6/2013 9:29AM

    That was beautiful. I never thought I'd get to be
an old(er) woman and here I am relating to this.
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NISSANGIRL 5/6/2013 7:18AM

    emoticon My first job out of school was working with the elderly, and I hated seeing how the nurses and aides (some of the nurses and aides) treated them! It was too hard for me to take. I ended up working down in the cafe so I would not have to see that. Thanks for sharing this , it was beautiful! emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon emoticon

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LJCANNON 5/6/2013 3:43AM

    emoticon I have worked with the elderly most of my life and read this Poem many times. I think it should be Required Reading for ANYONE working with Elderly or Homeless People.

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DEE107 5/6/2013 12:12AM

    thank you

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PATRICIAAK 5/5/2013 11:20PM

    I was at a workshop today with the focus on the elderly.

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OUTDOORGIRL69 5/5/2013 8:41PM

    Thank you for this. I hope you don't mind, but I would like to share this with my other teams.

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HEALTHYNEWPAIGE 5/5/2013 4:26PM

    emoticon Thanks for the reminder that older people were once young and all have a story to tell. This is all so true. Thanks for sharing! emoticon

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1MIN17SECB412PM 5/5/2013 2:40PM

    This is sooo TRUE!!

I asked my mother-in-law what it felt like - to grow old. She pretty much raised me since I was 17, so you need to understand that she was used to my bluntness of questions (though innocent and curious) and she said, "Oh, honey, I don't feel this old inside," and patting her heart she told me, "I feel like I'm 19 in here." I will never forget her words.

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SHOAPIE 5/5/2013 2:16PM

    Thank you

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JACKIE542 5/5/2013 1:34PM

    Again beautiful, We should show kindness where ever we go, you just never know, just might make someones day. Thank you for this, loved it. emoticon emoticon

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TLG71567 5/5/2013 1:02PM

    Thanks for sharing. It is something that we all need to remember.

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ARMATTHAEI 5/5/2013 12:51PM

    When talking to a nursing administrator at the city hospital where I now work and even my pastor at a church that helps provide food for the homeless, we have discussed that there is also something similar to think about when you are caring for the homeless person, drunk on mouth wash, cough syrup, etc.

This person is a someone, often who's story we will never fully know. I am sure that the crabby old woman in this poem has wisdome the nurses need to tap, but just don't know how.

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ALICIA214 5/5/2013 12:13PM

 


AMEN !!!

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