Lyr Req: 'What do you see, nurse, what do you see?

19 Sep 97 - 05:57 PM (#12582)
Subject: The Years Go By Fast
From: Sheye

I am looking for a poem that was originally found in a geriatric ward in Ireland c. ?? It was published as an anonymous work and starts:

Tell me nurse, what do you see, a crabbit old woman...

and goes on to describe her life from childhood through marriage, family, widowhood, grandchildren.

This poem was once an important piece of our family and was lost in a fire. We've searched libraries, the internet and book stores and have come up empty-handed.

It's not a folk song, but the words are worthy of the read, and it would mean a great deal to my family if we could find it again.

Does anybody have it? Any other suggestions where to look? Many thanks,

Sheye

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22 Sep 97 - 12:09 PM (#12823)
Subject: RE: The Years Go By Fast
From: Sheye

Just moving the thread up.

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10 Apr 98 - 08:22 PM (#25588)
Subject: RE: The Years Go By Fast
From:

Guess what I found?...and by a different name...

Whip me now for posting a non-blues non-folk piece. It's not even a song, for that matter, but definitely worth sharing. Love to all. Happy Easter.

This poem was written by a woman who died in the old folks' ward of Ashludie Hospital near Dundee, Scotland.
It was found among her possessions.
 

A Young Girl Still Dwells

What do you see, nurse, what do you see?
Are you thinking when you look at me--
A crabbed 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 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 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 woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
Bound together with ties that should 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 round 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 dreaad.
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 an old woman now and nature is cruel;
'Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body crumbles, grace and vigor depart;
There is a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now, again, my embittered 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 you eyes, nurse, open and see
Not a crabbed old woman,
Look closer--see me!

Author Unknown

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10 Apr 98 - 08:28 PM (#25590)
Subject: RE: The Years Go By Fast
From: Sheye

not at my regular computer so my name did not pop in on its own. yep, it's me. sorry 'bout that, chief.

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