Social workers are the “compassion connection” between the clients they serve and the other professionals they work with. Social workers show compassion to those in need and then turn around and teach others what compassion looks like. What it feels like. What a difference it makes. Nowhere is that compassion better illustrated than in this anonymous writing.

Social Workers AMN Healthcare RCS Poem

To My Dear Family and Friends

What Do You See

 

What do you see?

What do you see?

Are you thinking when you’re looking at me a crabbed old woman not very wise?

Uncertain of habit with faraway eyes who dribble 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 unresisting or not lets you do as you will when bathing and feeding the long day to fill

Is that what you are thinking?

Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes you are not 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 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 build a secure happy home

A woman of thirty my young now grow fast bound to each other with ties that should last

At forty my young sons now grown and will be all gone but my man stays beside me to see I don’t morn

At 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 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 that I’ve known

 

I’m an old woman now and nature is cruel it’s her gest to make old age look like a fool

The body it crumbles-grace and vigor depart there is now 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 all 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 —–

Open and see not a crabbed old woman

Look closer See ME.

 

Happy Social Workers Month