.An old lady's Poem

[I received this lovely poem in my mail by unknown..plese if u know the poetess let me know]


What do you see nurses
what do you see?
What are you thinking
when you're looking at me ?
Acrabby old woman,
not verywise,
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 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 husband'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,
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 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 your eyes,
nurses,open and see,
Not a crabby old woman ;
look closer...see ME !!

A nice poem

A nice poem...

Mom, you're a wonderful mother,
So gentle, yet so strong.
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong.


You're patient when I'm foolish;
You give guidance when I ask;
It seems you can do most anything;
You're the master of every task.


You're a dependable source of comfort;
You're my cushion when I fall.
You help in times of trouble;
You support me whenever I call.


I love you more than you know;
You have my total respect.
If I had my choice of mothers,
You'd be the one I'd select!


By Joanna Fuchs

ورقه من مذكرات ام عاشقه ل.............اولادها

بلا روح .........مؤقتا

لفت انتباهي اني ذهبت لفراشي مبكره علي غير عادتي..خلت نفسي سامارس طقوسي الليليه..استعرض القنوات واعبر الاقمار الاوربيه والعربيه باحثة عن فيلم يجذبني او نقاش

في مواضيع الساعه التي يلهثوننا المسئولين خلفها كل يوم.........لاجديد.لارغبه لي في متابعه الروايه التي اقراها....والقي الجريده ..لااريد مزيدا من الاخبار المزعجه والعنف

والحوادث المروعه التي تصور لي ان الشر متربص بكم ليصيبني في مقتل...........

ولا اريد ان افكر في الساعات القادمه حيث يحملك طائر الرخ الحديدى بعيدا عن مجال رؤيتي حيث لا اشم انفاسك ..واتابع اقوالك بشغف وانبهار.........

وانت صغيره كنت تبكين حينما تكف لعبتك عن الحركه لنفاذ طاقه البطاريه .........ما الذى ذكرني؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟؟

سفرك يا صغيرتي ..مع فارق صغير.... ان فراقك يفرغني من الطاقه تماما..فانا كدميه صامته ..بلا حول ولا قوه ..ولا طاقه..جثه لا تجد من يبكيها..

ليس لدي رغبه في تغيير ثياب البيت..لا ميل للخروج من المنزل..اهرب من ثرثرة الاخوات..تحولت الي قرون استشعار تريد التقاط اخبارك من النت او الموبايل ..........

الافكار تتزاحم في راسي...وصلت بالسلامه؟؟؟رحله مريحه ام ...؟؟؟اصبت بعض النوم ام الارق قلب يومك صداعا والاما ؟؟؟؟؟هل تذكرت ادويتك الضروريه ام نسيت كعادتك ؟؟

اكتشفت انني باكاد افتح فمي لارد علي الاسئله الضروريه التي توجه لي..ولما شعر الاخرون بعبث محاولاتهم لاخراجي من شرودى وضيقي بالكلام توقفوا محبطين..وعدت لصمتي

وخيالاتي في رحلتك البعيده التي ارجو من كل قلبي ان تكون سعيده وتجدين فيها بعضا من الاجابات علي اسئلتك الحائره..وبعض الراحه من وجعك الذي يدمي قلبي...

ماما التي تحبك جدا........بلا روح حتي تعودي.........................................

Beer & Peanuts

“These days were my happiest days… the days of the beer and the peanuts… this what we all could afford….”

The lady kept on with her story… telling me on her life with her husband… “on these days, we did not have any money.. we buy a bottle of beer , some peanuts , we split them and listen to the songs on the radio in each other’s arm, we were so happy”… she went on.. “ when we had lots of money, our bickering increased, we stopped looking at each other’s eyes .. instead .. we focused on the money.. we looked down… we had meat, whiskey, money… but somehow we were silent on the dinner table… no more laughs..”

She succeeded in reviving my tears… I did not tell her that I cried…. I needed to hear this… needed to hear that there is something beyond money, power, meat, bread…. With all the economic crises talk… it feels like I got myself into a washing machine with someone putting it on “very dirty wash, 90 Degrees”!

I am lucky I have others that get me back on track… but how about others.. who does not have the likes of the old lady? How about other people that will know the truth only too late to stick to it… poor human beings….

Thank you… I needed to know whats happiness… whats confidence in God.. whats a small good meal with someone you love… how does satisfaction looks in ones eyes!