One man's journey thru depression. It is the story of one and it is the story of many.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
What do you see nurse?
Do you see an old woman or the girl within?
What do you see nurse?
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 sock or a 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 seeing me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still.
As I rise at your bidding and eat at your will.
I’m a child of ten, with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen with wings on my feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover I’ll meet.
A bride soon at twenty, my heart skips a beat.
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty five, building a secure, happy home.
A woman of forty, my children now all grown.
But my mate stays beside me, to see I don’t mourn.
At fifty, once again, babies play at 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, and shudder with dread.
For my children are busy with young of their own.
And I think of the years and the love I have known.
I’m now an old lady and nature is cruel.
It’s her joke to make age look like a fool.
My body crumbles, grace and vigor depart.
A stone is now where I once had a heart.
But inside my old body a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my broken heart still swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I’m loving and living all over again.
I think of the years all too few-gone too fast.
And accept the plain fact that nothing will last.
So open your eyes nurse! Open and see!
Not a crabby old lady-look closer
See Me!
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That is absolutely beautiful. I hope you're feeling better. Thank you for sharing this. Too bad the author is unknown.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem! I can envision my grandmother in all the stages of her life. Thanks for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteGreat piece...
ReplyDeleteKeep posting Darrel.
So lovely and so bitter sweet.
ReplyDeleteHey Darrel ... haven't "heard" from you in awhile ... hope everything is okay. We miss you in the blogosphere!
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