a beautiful poem

[Guest guest]

Hi all...I was given this poem by that old lady i told you about

that reminded me of my grandma...she said to me these words..YOU SEE

ME...but others dont take the time..she handed me this poem and i

was deeply touched by the words and i wanted to share them with all

of you my extended sisterhood .....ive always had a special place in

my heart for the elderly since i was a child..heck we are all going

to be there one day.. kassy

What do you see?

" What do you, nurses, what do you see?

What are you thinking when 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.

Is that what you're thinking?

Is that what you see?

Then, open your eyes . . .

you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still,

as I do your bidding, as I eat (at) your will.

I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother,

brothers and sisters who love one another.

A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet,

dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.

A bird 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 . . . grows 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, 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 to the future, I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing (the) 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.

'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles; grace and vigor depart.

There (now is) a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass, a young girl still dwells,

and now and again, my heart (truly) 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, nurses, and see . . .

Not a crabby old woman, look closer, see me. "

-Author Unknown-or-Is She-

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[Guest guest]

Kassy,nice poem . When I was going through radiation I also had a lady that I

saw there everyday - and she also reminded me of my grandmother - who is still

alive. I called her my radiation buddy , I went in at 0700 and her appt was at

0715 every morning. We still keep in touch with occassional notes . As far as

the tamoxifen,I've been on it for a little over a year - have the weight gain

and muscle cramps in my legs, also have been depressed lately but not sure if

that's because I had my one year mammo coming up - everything was clear but I

was a mess for a cpl of weeks. Feeling a little better emotionally but I am

considering going off of the tamoxifen - I am going to ask my surgeon about it

when I see him later in the month - I feel more comfortable w/ my surgeon than

my onc. But for me I would rather have a hysterectomy now and go off the

tamoxifen than go thru 5 yrs of tamoxifen just to learn I am still going to

need a hysterectomy.Sorry if i'm rambling - I was on

xeloda for a little while when I was on the second round of chemo - as a trial

- and it made me really sick. stay strong and you have been in my prayers. Sheri

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