A Poem about humanity

[drcornishlove]

Note
Kate, the writer of this poem, was unable to speak, but was occasionally seen to write.
After her death, her hospital locker was emptied and this poem was found.



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Kate



What do you see nurses
What do you see?
Are you thinking
when you are looking at me
A crabbit old woman
not very wise,
Uncertain of habit
with far-away 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 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 looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am
as I sit here so still,
As I use 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 build
a secure happy home.
A young woman of thirty
my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other
with ties that should last:
At forty my young ones
now grown will soon be gone,
But my man stays 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 busy
rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years
and the love I have known;
I'm an old woman now
and nature is cruel,
'I' is her jest to make
old age look like a fool.
The body it crumbles,
grace and vigour depart,
There now is a stone
Where once I had a heart:
But inside this old carcase
a young girl still dwells,
And now and again
my battered hearth swells,
I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
And I'm moving 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 crabbit old woman,
look closer see ME





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[egog]

There is more warm in that words than in my heart,thank you for share this poem with other people.

[hydra999]

that poem should be made into a song by someone. just reading it like that gave me the chills but imagine what a song would do. thank you for posting the poem

[drcornishlove]

Thank you for liking this, it is a sad emotional poem, but certainly knows to hit the right note Stay Safe.... Dr

[obscureq]

this poem tells the truth. life is just like that, it comes and it goes, together with happiness and sadness, exiliration and regrets.

[hydra999]

i agree with you 110% obscureq and im only 18. so i guess i pretty much have lived my life already. i cant wait till i get old. lol