Just as in the D.H. Lawrence Sea-weed poem, how often do we glance at a piece of writing, or a person, in passing, and not realise what’s hidden there?
It was headed, “Dear Nurses…”
“I’ll tell you who I am, as I lie here so still
As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I’m a child of ten with a father and mother.
Brothers and sisters who love one another;
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;
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 to the future, I shudder with dread.
My young are all busy rearing young 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 vigour depart
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcase 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 the living all over again.
And I think of the years all too few – gone too fast
And I accept the stark fact that nothing will last…
So open your eyes, my friends, open and see.”
Posted: Tuesday 1 February 2022
Such a lovely and beautiful poem!Posted: 2022-02-15 21:22 by Natalia Valentino
What a lovely and moving poem. How true the line, "But inside this old carcase a young girl still dwells " I think we never really see ourselves as old no matter what our age is.Posted: 2022-02-11 08:27 by Sol S.
A truly beautiful poem indeed. Life is so short. We must enjoy all the good & ignore the bad.Posted: 2022-02-09 21:21 by Peter H
Love the sentiment and a great example of a life well-lived, with purpose and poignancy. A great example of how to face the inevitable end.Posted: 2022-02-09 13:36 by Paul S
I remember my Mother just like this with the nurses doing everything for her and how grateful she was. She too never said much in her last days but was pleased to see me, her youngest child (the baby). The last words I heard her say was"big baby isn't he". I loved the way she spoke about her life.Posted: 2022-02-09 10:37 by Grahame Howley