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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 love she'll meet; - A bride at ...
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Feb 5, 2010 · I remember the joys, I remember the pain, And I’m loving and living life all over again. I think of the years all too few and gone too fast, And I 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! ( This poem was written by a woman in a hospital geriatric ward..
Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will, With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill. Is that what you think, is that what you see? 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 use at your bidding, and eat at your will, I’m a small child of ten, with a father and mother ...
The poem is written in the voice of an old woman in a nursing home who is reflecting upon her life. Crabbit is Scots for "bad-tempered" or "grumpy". The poem appeared in the Nursing Mirror in December 1972 without attribution. Phyllis McCormack explained in a letter to the journal that she wrote the poem in 1966 for her hospital newsletter. [4]
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet, Dreaming that soon now 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 guide and a secure happy home. A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
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; 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.
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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. Who, unresisting or not; lets you do as you will With bathing and feeding the long day is fill. Is that what you're thinking, Is that what you see? Then open your eyes, nurse, you're looking at me. I'll ...
