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 October 20, 2005 9:58 AM

Crabby Old Woman

What do you see, nurses?

What do you see?

What are you thinking

When you're looking 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 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,

You're not looking at me

 

 

I'll tell you who I am

As I sit here so still,

As I do 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 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,

Bound to each other

With ties that should last.

At forty, my young sons

Have grown and are gone,

But my man's 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 rearing

Young of their own,

And I think of the years

And the love that I've known

I'm now an old woman

And nature is cruel:

'Tis jest to make old age

Look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles,

Grace and vigor depart,

There is now a stone

Where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass

Ayoung 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 to few, gone to fast,

And accept the stark fact

That nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people

Open and see,

Not a crabby old woman;

Look closer...see ME!

 

Remember this poem when you next meet an old person who you might brush aside without looking a the young soul within......we will all, one day, be there, too!

Please share this poem. It's something we all need to read.!

 

 

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 September 24, 2005 1:48 PM


HOW I WISH

How I wish
The day would come
When all the world
Would live as one
For this to be reality
I look within for clarity

There I see
A shining star
On this I wish
For near and far
That all the world community
Will be as one in unity

Let us wish
The world to be
A place of love
And peacefully
Do meditate, deliberate
No longer let us hesitate

Oh how I wish
Upon a star
The moon and sun
And planets far
That love and peace and harmony
Be all we see so joyfully

Come on create
And joyfully
With one another
Live and see
Importance of humanity
Living lives with dignity

So let it be
Let's all expect
A loving future
With respect
The attitude is gratitude
No longer there be platitude

I therefore wish
Upon a star
For all to live
Both near and far
A life of love and joy abound
Goodness, mercy, peace surround

ŠElizabeth A Feisst 24 September 2005
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For Helpers of the Katrina Disaster September 18, 2005 11:26 PM

I saw you reaching out somehow
I felt your heart of care
Your heartbeat for a stranger
The love you sought to share

I saw you going in by air and boat
To lift a motherless child
When there was no-one else who could
I saw your gentle smile

I saw you cuddle close a crying tot
Though she was not your own
You held her sorrow to your heart
So she was not alone

I saw so many different folk together
Sharing all they had
Touching with a gift of love
To make another glad

I saw the heart of God
In all you sought to do
The flame of hope yet burning bright
Within the gentleness of you



Soft Whispered prayers from
Derry's Heart Poems � 2005
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au


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 September 13, 2005 12:56 PM

Today...


Today I will delete from my diary
two days: yesterday and tomorrow
Yesterday was to learn
and tomorrow will be the consequence
of what I can

Today I will face life
with the conviction that this day
will not ever return.

Today is the last opportunity
I have to live intensely,
as no one can assure me
that I will see tomorrow's sunrise.

Today I will be brave enough
not to let any opportunity pass me by,
my only alternative is to succeed.

Today I will invest
my most valuable resource:my time,
in the most trascendental work:
my life;

I will spend each minute
passionately to make
of today a different
and unique day in my life.

Today I will defy every obstacule
that appears on my way trusting
I will succeed.

Today I will resist
pesimism and will conquer
the world with a smile,
with the positive attitude
of expecting always the best.

Today I will make of every ordinary task
a sublime expression,

Today I will have my feet on the ground
understanding reality
and the stars' gaze
to invent my future.

Today I will take the time to be happy
and will leave my footprints and my presence
in the hearts of others.

Today, I invite you to begin a new season
where we can dream
that everything we undertake is possible
and we fulfil it,
with joy and dignity.


I would like to give credit to my friend PAINTEDDAISY1, who sent this to me via e~mail.
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POETRY PLACE August 23, 2005 1:20 PM

THE GOLDEN HARP

The golden harp
Like the heart
It sings a tune
Running scales
Twinkling tones
The harp strings
Pulled and plucked
The music light
And angelic
Touching gently
Soothing calmly
Magic wonder
Joyful splendour
Shape so heart-like

The golden heart
Like the harp
It sings a song
Of loving splendour
Pouring gratitude
Shining light
Playfully being
Child-like joy
Heart strings
Pulled and plucked
Like a rose bursting
Rising high in love
Sharing, caring
Shape so harp-like

(c) Elizabeth A Feisst 23 August 2005
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