Saturday, June 28, 2025

A crabbit old woman

Think back to when you were young, your hopes and dreams, your lusts and dislikes, your insecurities, the pleasure you had from successfully rearing a family, maybe not perfect, but you did your best.

Ingrid lives in her care home Nonna's Castle in Waterloo and she posted something that caught me.  You can read Ingrid's post here, but a snip to read.

At the next table was a man sitting with his wife severely handicapped. She lay in a special wheelchair, couldn't speak and eat alone and what was awful was her look she always had her mouth wide open and two teeth were missing. At the beginning I really was afraid and disgusted when I saw her and admired her husband who came each afternoon to look after her.  

Ingrid became used to the woman's appearance, and the woman referenced may have once been gorgeous looking, outgoing and the life of a party. In old age you don't know what people's lives were like.

One of Ray's sisters told me she wants a photo of herself in her young and party days next to her future aged care bed, just to remind staff of who she once was. 

The use of the word crabbit indicates this is quite old, but it's still very apt. 

"Look Closer Nurse"
What do you see nurse, what do you see
Are you thinking when you're looking at me 
A crabbit 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, for you're looking at me

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still 
As I use at you biddings, as I eat at your will
I am 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 of soon her 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
A woman of thirty, my young growing fast
Bound to each other with ties that will last
At forty my young sons will now grow and be gone
Af fifty, 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 to 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 now an old woman and nature is cruel 
Tis her jest to make old age look like a feel
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigour 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 all 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 nurse, open and see
Not a crabbit old woman, look closer, see ME

36 comments:

  1. SUCH a powerful poem. And true. I am going away to think about this some more.

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  2. This made me feel quite sad.
    It reminded me of my dad's last days in the nursing home when the care assistants could only see him as a frail and decrepit, incontinent and deaf old man with dementia.
    At his funeral tea in the nursing home my sister and I put up a photo board, with photos of him as a handsome and fit young man. That's how we wanted to remember him, and how we wanted others to see him.

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    1. JayCee, thanks so much for your personal experience.

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  3. My Aunt was a nurse in the 1940s and I found a copy of this poem in her bible, it says it was given to her by one of her patients, whenever I read it I feel moved to tears especially as I am now in my mid 60s

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    1. Lynne, late 60s for me and I feel quite mortal. I am not delusional about how I will be remembered. But there is so much family and friends don't know about me.

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  4. It is something very moving whenever I witness similar scenes in care homes. Now nurses are a rare find in nursing homes. Personal carers actually bond with residents better.

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    1. Your area of expertise Roentare, so I appreciate your thoughts.

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  5. I like this poem and Ray's sister has the right idea. I must search out the picture of me that I want to use.

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  6. Reminds me of our old neghbour, once a maths teacher , dog lover, gardener, knitter reader who we visited in a nursing home. At the age of 99 in a rec room being insulted by being made to do craft therapy when she still loved to knit read and talk . As soon as we arrived she was up and out of her chair telling us that she told them she had better things to do with her time and that she wasn’t a child yet. She was our Mrs Joey with old bones but sound mind ♥️

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    1. A nice tale, and it is hard to imagine being that age and still being strong of mind.

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  7. This poem is all over the internet, but the author remains, unfortunately, unknown. In a few versions the word is "crabby", but since this is obviously in the public domain, somebody may have simply changed the original wording from "crabbit".

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    1. KIrk, maybe we look at different things on the net, but I only came across it once, and saved it, a couple of years ago.

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    2. Oh, no, Andrew, you don't understand! I was unaware of this poem UNTIL I read your post, and that made me want to look it up. Naturally, I got all the various web sites it's on, because that's how Google works. But I've never came across it by happenstance, like you did, so kudos to you for finding it first.

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  8. Our local paper runs pictures with obituaries. Very often a very old person's picture shows a young vigorous person, so good to see how they were so long ago. They were young, too!

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    1. A local paper, Boud! I wish, and it is nice that the paper has a memorium space.

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  9. It's sad, but when I see people old like me and older, I think of what they must have been. Some of these folks have done unbelievable things and led incredible lives.

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    1. Precisely Strayer. At least you have something to really be remembered for, and I expect many will.

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  10. That's a very sad poem and even more now I hope that I do not lose my mind or my ability to speak.

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    1. River, I've seen a few people who developed dementia and there were some signs, even if I only noticed after they were diagnosed. I don't see it for you.

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  11. That poem is so well written and rather true.

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    1. It is good Margaret. At least you have grandchildren who will pass on stories of you to their children.

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  12. It often occurs to me to imagine older people as they were when young. Invisibility is forced upon individuals as they age and it's most unfair.
    Assumptions are made, incorrectly, about an older person's intellect and capability.
    Can you tell I'm crabbit myself? (Lovely word, crabbit!)

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    1. Crabbit is a great word, JB. While literally it means a crabby person, having a noun for such a person is good.

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  13. "Look Closer Nurse" has been doing the rounds for years and is frequently used in nurse education. It provides a useful reminder that the old were once young - just like you and me Andrew. I have observed that you are sometimes "crabbit".

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    1. I wasn't aware YP. Yes, there is a bit of crabbit in me.

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  14. Inside every 70 or 80 year old, is a 25 year old wondering what the #ell happened.

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    1. Maybe TP, but I am happy with my memories of my life, and I am fortunate enough to be making more.

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  15. What a powerful and moving poem. It's a reminder that behind every frail frame are moments that once burned brightly. What a nice idea of placing a photo of one’s vibrant younger self beside the aged care bed! I think we should all learn to look closer. Judge slowly, if at all. As the saying goes, there is wisdom in wrinkles!

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  16. I like your new profile picture.

    And yes, we all hope to really be seen and valued in our old age

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    1. Thanks Kylie. We do, and your parents were and are fortunate to have you.

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  17. Really sad and scary too, Andrew.

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    1. Pat, probably worse for people who have their full marbles.

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  18. Then again, some people don't even live long enough to become "crabbit" -- so it could be thought of as fortunate. At my mom's nursing home, all the residents had bulletin boards beside their door with photos from their earlier lives. It was a great way to remind people not to see the residents as one-dimensional medicalized versions of their former selves.

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    1. Indeed Steve. That is a great idea where your mother was cared for. It just occurred to me that even porn stars can end up in care, so there could be some quite interesting photos displayed. Sorry, that's the way my mind works at times...most of the time.

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