A Poem To See The Invisible
I read an interesting poem written by an old woman who died in a nursing home in Scotland many years ago. She had left nothing of value. But the nurses found a poem she had jotted down.
Here's a part of her poem which helps me see the need for all of us to see the invisible in people:
"What do you see, nurses, 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.
I'm a small child of ten with a mother and father,
Brothers and sisters who love one another,
A bride in her twenties - my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vow that I promised to keep.
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my sons have grown and have gone,
But my man is beside me, to see I don't mourn.
At fifty, once more babies play around my knees;
Again we know children, my husband and me.
I'm 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 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 joys, and I remember the pains;
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, nurses, open and see
Not a crabbed old woman; look closer - see me."