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An Old Lady's Poem, AnonymousPosted At : September 25, 2010 11:54 PM | Posted By : Sharon Betters
Related Categories: Aging My mother-in-law's physical ailments have forced us to confront the ravages of aging as she has spent time in nursing homes after repeated falls. She is a stubborn, strong woman who refused to surrender her home and live with one of her children or even to downsize. And so, we continued to try to make her comfortable and safe in her own home. Her falls have become more frequent and those visits to the nursing home are painful, a stark reminder that even if our good genes and the jars of anti-wrinkle cream protect our faces from the marks of aging, our bodies will one day wear out. The hallways are filled with elderly people who remind us that sometimes our minds will surrender to the toxins of life and break down as well. I cry every time I leave Chuck's mom at the rehab center. So often I look into her eyes and remember the beautiful young woman Chuck introduced me to over forty years ago. We are only one family in the line of millions of others who, facing the same circumstances, need to know that she is in good hands, that the caretakers see beyond the wrinkles and the helplessness. The calling of elder care is priceless to the families who cannot care for their family members by themselves. We learned to recognize those who care deeply and handle her with respect and compassion. We cannot adequately thank them for their tenderness. Those are the ones who don't need to read this poem that a friend sent to me many years ago. Whether you are involved in elder care or not, there may be someone who needs a special tender touch from you, someone to remember the value of his or her life. I can not express the heart of an elderly woman any better than this anonymous author. When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt that she had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Ireland. The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. ... And now this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this simple, yet eloquent, poem traveling the world by Internet. Goes to show that we all leave "SOME footprints in time"..... What do you see, nurses, what do you see? I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still, I'm now an old woman ...and nature is cruel; So open your eyes, nurses, open and see, In His grip, Sharon |










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