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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 without attribution. Phyllis McCormack explained in a letter to the journal that she wrote the poem in for her hospital newsletter. This story was corroborated by an article from the Daily Mail on 12 March , where Phyllis McCormack's son wrote that his mother composed it in the s, when she submitted it anonymously with the title "Look Closer Nurse" to a small magazine intended just for Sunnyside. The next year, the poem was published in Chris Searle 's poetry anthology Elders Reality Press, , without title or attribution.

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AN OLD LADY’s POEM “What do You See” . ‘Decades’ . Poem .

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The origin of this poem is uncertain. General consensus is that when an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a hospital, it appeared she had left nothing of value but on packing up her possessions, a nurse found this poem. Whatever the true story behind this poem it is certainly thought provoking. Dignity Champions may wish to use this poem in some way to raise awareness of dignity, in intergenerational work or as inspiration to write something themselves.

What do you see Carers, what do you see? What are you thinking when you look at me? A crabbit old woman, not very wise Uncertain of habit, with far away eyes. Who dribbles her food and makes no reply When you say in a loud voice "I do wish you would 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 to fill Is that what you're thinking, is that what you see? Then open your eyes, you are not looking at ME. I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother, brothers and sisters who love one another.

A young girl at sixteen with wings on her feet dreaming of 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 build a secure happy home. A woman of thirty my young grow fast bound to each other with ties that should last. At forty, my young now soon will be gone but my man stays 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 busy rearing young of their own and I think of the years and the love I have known. I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel, 'tis her jest to make old age look like a fool. The body it crumbles, grace and vigour depart and now there's 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 so fast and accept the stark fact that nothing can last. So open your eyes, Carers, open and see not a crabbit old woman, look closer - see ME. Discuss this poem on the Age Concern discussion board opens new window. We are happy for you to use these resources, at no cost, to support you in ensuring that dignity is delivered, however if you found them helpful, please consider making a donation to help the campaign continue and develop new resources.

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The true story behind “The Cranky Old Man” internet poem that has become world famous

The origin of this poem is uncertain. General consensus is that when an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a hospital, it appeared she had left nothing of value but on packing up her possessions, a nurse found this poem. Whatever the true story behind this poem it is certainly thought provoking.

Listening is about paying attention to and being fully present with another individual. This poem was reportedly written by a woman who died in the geriatric ward of Ashludie Hospital near Dundee, Scotland.

The latest version claims to have originated in Australia. But the truth is it was written by a nurse in a Scots geriatric hospital and shot to prominence after being printed in The Post more than 40 years ago. The version of its origin doing the global rounds on online social networking sites claims the poem was left behind by an old man who died in a nursing home in a rural Australian town. The story goes that the elderly gent passed away leaving nothing of value. While clearing possessions from his locker, staff came across the work on a scrap of paper.

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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, 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?

Crabbit Old Woman

Need help finding care? When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was felt 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.

Gaining self-awareness is a vital aspect of professional development for all who work in the caring professions. In nursing especially, the ability to evaluate oneself affects all areas of practice, including direct patient care, working relationships with colleagues and maintaining one's own well-being in the often pressured environment of health care.

A colleague recently told me about a poem that was well known in the health and social care circles. The poem titled "A Crabbit Old Woman" or also know as "Look Closer Nurse" was apparently written by an elderly lady residing in a hospital in Dundee and only discovered after the lady died and a member of staff gathered together her personal possessions from her room. In the poem the lady expresses how she feels and how she believes she is perceived by others, basically a nonentity.

What do you see nurse?

Bethann Siviter. This book has been prepared by professionals working in the UK. It is not a primer on clinical skills but an indispensable handbook and resource for the new nurses who are about to embark on their first job and need to develop nursing judgment and the ability to organise and deliver care. It is about learning how to think like a nurse - developing the judgment and behaviour that is essential in competent practice.

It forever affected the way I thought of the elderly, the way I interacted with them. Now that I am in that group, I particularly appreciate the sentiment. I know many of you have possibly read it before, but it is worth reading and re-reading. What do you see, nurse, what do you see? A crabbit old woman, not very wise, uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes. Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will with bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.

"A Crabbit Old Woman"

We often talk about leaving a legacy, and the opportunity that a memoir provides to leave something of value to family and even to the world. Sometimes one of my LifeStoryWriting clients will ask how their story can possibly make a difference in the broader sense. I am not famous, not a published author. Who would want to hear from me? Yet it happens. Miraculously and magically it happens.

Jan 20, - What do you see, what do you see? Are you thinking, when you look at me, A crabbit old woman, not very wise, Uncertain of habit, with far-away.

Слишком рано. Беккер беззвучно выругался. Уже два часа утра. - Pi'dame uno. Вызовите мне машину.

Сьюзан кивнула. - А неприятности немалые. - Ты сама видишь. Впервые за последний час она позволила себе улыбнуться.

На этот раз створки двери чуть-чуть разошлись. Сьюзан, увидев, что дело пошло, попыталась помочь Стратмору. Дверь приоткрылась на несколько сантиметров. Они держали ее что было сил, но сопротивление оказалось чересчур сильным и створки снова сомкнулись.

Прямо перед ним, откинувшись на груду старых подушек, лежал пожилой человек с ярко-белой гипсовой повязкой на правом запястье.

Приоткрыв дрожащие губы, она попыталась что-то сказать, но слов не последовало. Не спуская со Стратмора ледяного взгляда, Сьюзан сделала шаг вперед и протянула к нему руку с зажатым в ней предметом.

Стратмор был почти уверен, что в руке Сьюзан сжимала беретту, нацеленную ему в живот, но пистолет лежал на полу, стиснутый в пальцах Хейла. Предмет, который она держала, был гораздо меньшего размера. Стратмор опустил глаза и тут же все понял.

Она встретила эти слова с явным неодобрением. - Я все проверяю дважды. - Ну… ты знаешь, как они говорят о компьютерах. Когда их машины выдают полную чушь, они все равно на них молятся. Мидж повернулась к нему на своем стуле. - Это не смешно, Чед.

Перелом запястья, разбитая голова - скорее всего ему оказали помощь и давно выписали. Беккер все же надеялся, что в клинике осталась какая-то регистрационная запись - название гостиницы, где остановился пациент, номер телефона, по которому его можно найти.

Если повезет, он разыщет канадца, получит кольцо и тут же вернется домой.

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