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The Most Caring Child


Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia
once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.
The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.
The winner was a four-year-old child, whose next-door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.
Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap and just sat there.
When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor,
the little boy said,
"Nothing, I just helped him cry."

 




The following poem was among the possessions of an aged lady who died
in the geriatric ward of a hospital. There is no information available as to
her name, when she died or who she was.
At times we all lose patience with the elderly.
Perhaps the following will help us to have
more sympathy and understanding of older people.

 


CRABBIT OLD WOMAN

"Crabbit Old Woman" 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 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 loosing a stocking or shoe.
Who, unresisting or not; lets you do as you will
With bathing and feeding the long day is 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 rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of 10 with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who loved one another-
A young girl of 16 with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet,
A bride soon at 20- my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At 25 now I have young of my own
Who need me to build a secure happy home;
A woman of 30, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last
; At 40, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn;
At 50 once more babies play around 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 an old woman now and nature is cruel-
Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body is crumbled, 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 joy, 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, nurse, open and see,
Not a crabbit old woman, look closer-
See Me.

Author Unknown



Hospice is one of the most kind and loving organizations in existence.
I have taken the training classes which allows me to do volunteer work in various fields.
Many people may not realize that this organization benefits the surviving family members by providing
grief counseling services and is a networking provider.  Recognizing and understanding the
grief process is important for all of us who have walked this path of sorrow and loss.
Hospice is there to help.
Hearts are warm.
Hands are held.

 

HOSPICE NET
Death and Dying, Care Giving and Grief

The Chapter on Death
from The Prophet.. by Kahlil Gibran

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