Posted by Wendy Berringer on 12/10/2007, 5:48 am, in reply to "SEE ME!"
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absolutely beautiful
--Previous Message--
: INSIDE THIS BODY A YOUNG GIRL STILL DWELLS!
:
: What do you see nurse, when you look 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 to not notice the things that you
: do
:
: And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
:
: Who, resisting 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 not
: looking at me.
:
: I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so
: still,
:
: As I move at your bidding, 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 tokeep.
:
: At twenty-five now, I have young of my own
:
: Who need me to build a secure happy home;
:
: A woman now thirty, my young now grow fast
:
: Bound together with ties that I know will
: last.
:
: At forty, my young sons have grown up and
: gone;
:
: But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
:
: At fifty. once more, babies play on my knee.
:
: Again we know children, my loved ones 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 ones 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 it crumbles, grace and vigor
: depart,
:
: There is a stone where I once had a heart.
:
: But inside this carcass a young girl still
: dwells
:
: And now again my battered heart swells,
:
: I remember the joys, I remember the pain;
:
: And I'm loving and living all over again.
:
: I think of the years, all to few, gone to
: fast
:
: And accept the stark fact that nothing can
: last.
:
: So open your eyes, nurse, open and see,
:
: Not a crabby old woman.
:
: Look closer
:
: SEE ME!
: Thanks to Huggie for this inspiring and TRUE
: poem
:
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