1. Expert Q&A: Protecting a person with dementia from financial abuse - Weds 26 June, 3:30-4:30 pm

    Financial abuse can have serious consequences for a person with dementia. Find out how to protect a person with dementia from financial abuse.

    Sam, our Knowledge Officer (Legal and Welfare Rights) is our expert on this topic. She will be here to answer your questions on Wednesday 26 June between 3:30 - 4:30 pm.

    You can either post questions >here< or email them to us at talkingpoint@alzheimers.org.uk and we'll answer as many as we can on the day.

  1. Laylabud

    Laylabud Registered User

    Sep 7, 2007
    111
    Kent
    I had this e mail sent to me by a friend and wanted to share it with you all, i found it very moving it made me stop and think about my Mum. People often forget that people who suffer with this dreadful illness still have feelings but can no longer express how they feel inside.Some of you may have already read this.

    Laylabud



    Very Special Poem


    When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee
    Scotland , it was believed that she had nothing left of any value.

    Later, when the nurses were going through her meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

    One nurse took her copy to Ireland . The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet:

    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................ 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, people,.............................Open and see,
    Not a crabby old woman;..........Look closer......see,.....ME!!

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

    wazzer Registered User

    Jun 4, 2008
    112
    North west England.
    This is a excellent poem, descriptive of a persons life.

    Thanks for sharing it on this forum.

    Kind regards
     
  3. christine_batch

    christine_batch Registered User

    Jul 31, 2007
    3,388
    Buckinghamshire
    Thank you for sharing, it was so beautiful and moving.
    A perhaps I would have liked to have known.
    Best Wishes
    Christine
     
  4. Taffy

    Taffy Registered User

    Apr 15, 2007
    1,314
    Thank you for sharing this poem this old soul left plenty if people care to heed. Love Taffy.
     
  5. Mameeskye

    Mameeskye Registered User

    Aug 9, 2007
    1,669
    NZ
    This poem was used in Mum's CAre home when they were training carers to get them to see the person who is underneath the shell now presented to the world.

    I remember reading it many years ago in the Sunday Post for the first time on the Francis Gay page. It has been printed there several times since.

    The words are so true.

    mameeskye
     

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