An Old Ladies Poem What do you see nurses? What do you see? What are you thinking when you are 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 who I am, as I sit here so still, As I do your biddin, 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, 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 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 now are gone, But my man’s beside me , to see I don’t mourn. At fifty, once more babies play around my feet. Again we know children, my loved one and me. Dark days are upon me, hy husband is dead; I look to the future, I shudder with dread. For my young are all rearing young of their old, And think of the years and the love that I’ve known. I’m now an old 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 once I had a heart. But inside this old carcus 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 to 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 at ME!! (focus on the young woman's ear.) Enchanted Mountain Poems & Cards