My teacher read this in class so i had to go and find it cause it is good and i love the nurses reply

"Crabbit Old Woman"

What do you see, 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 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 loosing a stocking or shoe.
Who, unresisting or not; lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding the long day is fill.
Is that what you're thinking,
Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes,
nurse, you're looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still!
As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who loved one another-
A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet,
A bride soon at 20- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At 25 now I have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure happy home;
A woman of 30, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At 40, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
At 50 once more babies play around 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 an old woman now and nature is cruel-
Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body is crumbled, 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 joy, 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, nurse, open and see,
Not a crabbit old woman, look closer-
See Me.

By: Phyilis McCormack

A Nurse's reply

"To the 'Crabbit Old Woman"

What do we see, you ask, what do we see? Yes, we are thinking when looking at thee! We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss, But there's many of you, and too few of us. We would like far more time to sit by you and talk, To bath you and feed you and help you to walk. To hear of your lives and the things you have done; Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, your son. But time is against us, there's too much to do -Patients too many, and nurses too few. We grieve when we see you so sad and alone, With nobody near you, no friends of your own. We feel all your pain, and know of your fear That nobody cares now your end is so near. But nurses are people with feelings as well, And when we're together you'll often hear tell Of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed, And the lovely old Dad, and the things that he said, We speak with compassion and love, and feel sad When we think of your lives and the joy that you've had, When the time has arrived for you to depart, You leave us behind with an ache in our heart. When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care, There are other old people, and we must be there. So please understand if we hurry and fuss -There are many of you, And so few of us.

OKAY....
SO IM STRESSING A LITTLE RIGHT NOW...
JUST FINISHED MY OSAP APPLICATION...
AND I HAVE TO PAY MY STUDENT FEES...
MEANING TUITION....
AND THE BEST PART IS THAT MY JOB JUST CUT BACK HOURS...
I DONT WANT TO LEAVE AND I WONT BE BUT I REALLY NEED MORE HOURS...
MY MIND IS BLANK RIGHT NOW....
COULD BE FROM ME STRESSING...
STILL ILL BE GOOD ONCE I START SCHOOL....
IM CHANGING MY COURSES FROM ECE TO PSW...
ECE=EARLY CHILDHOOD EDUCATION...
PSW=PERSONAL SUPPORT WORKER...


ANYWAYS LATER

OKAY SCHOOL IS ALMOST DONE FOR THE SUMMER...
2 MORE EXAMS....
THURSDAY AND FRIDAY THEN BACK HOME...
AND IM 19 WHICH MEANS BARS AND WORK LOL...
AND I MIGHT BE SWITCHING COURSES TO GEORGIAN PSW...
(PERSONAL SUPPORT WORKER (THEY WORK WITH OLDER PEOPLE))
I THOUGHT I WOULD LOVE WORKING WITH KIDS BUT I DONT...
I MIGHT GO BACK AND FINISH MY ECE AT A LATER DATE...
I MISS MY PONY (PIGGY)...
HOPEFULLY THIS SUMMER WILL BE GREAT FOR HORSE BACK RIDING....
SO FAR IT IS...
I HATE LOZZA ...
MY BEST FRIENDS EX...
I WILL BEAT THE HELL OUT OF HIM IF WE EVER MEET...
HEART YOU BROOKE AND ALYSSA