onsdag 17. juni 2009

Kate's poem

This poem I got in norwegian, from a colleague of mine that had her last day at work.
She got it from her boss when she was a nurce, and have kept it in her drawer since.
The story about the poem was in a notice beside
And it tells about a fimale that had died on a home of seniors in Southen Africa, she was poor and didnt leave any belongings. But when they emptyed her room they found this poem in her desk.
The poem touched the heart of the director at the home, she took copies and gave it out to all her staff. After a while it was translated to many languages, also norwegian.
I though like it best in its original form.



KATE’S POEM
What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What 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 losing a stick or a shoe
Who unresistingly 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 looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still
As I move 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 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 be gone
But my memory 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
The body it crumbles, grace and vigour 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 battered heart swells
I remember the joys, 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, open and see
Not a crabbit old woman….. look closer, see ME
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