Huntington's Scene In New Zealand
A CRABBIT OLD WOMAN
( This appeared when the old lady died in the geriatric ward of Ashludie Hospital, near Dundee, that she had nothing of any value; then the nurse, going through her possessions found a poem. The quality of this so impressed the staff that copies were distributed to every nurse in the hospital.)
What do you see nurses, what do you see?
Are you thinking when you look at me -
A crabbit old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes not reply
When you say in a loud voice - "I do wish youd 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 are thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, youre not looking at me.
Ill tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I use at your bidding, as I eat at your will,
Im 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 shell 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 woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last,
At forty, my young sons have grown and gone,
But my mans beside me to see I dont 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 Ive known.
Im an old woman now and nature is cruel -
Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body it crumbles, grace and vigour 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 Im 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 crabbit old woman, look closer - see ME !