August 22nd 2011 10:52 am
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Meowmy works with elderly people and some not so elderly, but who are incapacitated in some way or another.
Meowmy's brightest moments which make her oft dreary or repetitive job so worth doing are when she manages to get a real conversation going with a resident, so that both are enriched, smiling or giggling or feeling great and able to go on...
She finds that there is always room in her heart to love these folks like her own family and feels bad when they are not doing well...
Any contact she has with *her* residents she tries to find the time to chat, even during the doing of the daily mundane tasks...and now even after a few short weeks, some of the residents call her by name, and ask to have her as their aide for that shift...OMC!
If that isn't inspiring then we don't know what is!
Even in the busiest times there is always time for kind words and deeds.
Here is another thought provoking message related to meowmy's work...she wants to copy it and post it in a frame at her job!
CRABBY OLD MAN
When an old man died in the chronic ward of a nursing home in Ontario, Canada, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that
copies were made and distributed to every Nurse, RPN & PSW in the nursing home.
One nurse took her copy to Calgary .
The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the Canadian Association for
Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.
And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
Crabby Old Man...
What do you see nurses? . . .. .. . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man . . . .. . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his 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 sock 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 boy of Sixteen . .. . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom 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 man 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 woman'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 wife is now dead.
I look at the future . . . . . 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 man . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
T'is 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 guy 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 man .. .. . Look closer . . . see ME!!
Remember this poem when you next meet an older person, that you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within.
We will all, one day, be there, too!
If we live long enough.
PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM
The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched.
They must be felt by the heart.
Purrs to all and try and find someone to say a kind word to...
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Okay we LOVE this one! My momma cares for her elderly parents and can certainly relate to the crabby old man! MOL. But she loves them and is grateful to still have them both here in their 80s and functioning. GREAT inspiration you two!
Meowmy no longer has her parents, but she has always foubnd much to learn and reminisce over with elderly peeps, even in childhood!
Must be why she loves working with them...crabby or not.
Sorry to hear that. Grammy and grampy have had brushes with death so many times in their lives they have MORE than 9 lives each. Grammy even died on the operating table 16 years ago. So mom knows how easily they can be taken away.
No need to be too sorry...they lived long and mostly healthy lives...our 'Oma' had 2 bouts with cancer and lived 5 years after the second time...our 'Opa' was fine until the last few years when his diabetes caused many mini strokes which certainly made him a crabby dude, but he helped in the household and did a lot of activities until his last year. They were both above 80 years old when they went to heaven, and they knew all their 5 grandkids very well, even though 3 live in Vancouver, and we live in Michigan...they were not too far from the city of Toronto.
Your Grammy sure has a will!
Hugs to them both!
And to your mom who faithfully and lovingly cares for them.
Our Auntie cares for our great aunt like that, she is 91!
P & M
Love that poem! Our Mom has worked with elderly people most of her life and she sure understands what they go through, especially when their health fails. How pawsome that your Mom is making such a difference in other people's lives!
Very cool poem! If only everyone would look a little beyond the surface, they would see a lot more in a lot of people.
Thanks for stopping by, Jez and Tully!
It would make the world a more peacefur and loving place too, we think!
Oh we just read this now and it had Mom in tears. We like this one. Thanks for sharing it.
Thanks Mietzi Katze.