Being a Mother - Somebody - Nurse Response to Kate's Poem.

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Hi Folks,

This is an email I received the other day and I am posting it here because it speaks to me and will probably speak to others, I did receive a different copy of it some time ago but I make no mistake of repeating the publication of it, it was several months ago and a couple of my regulars readers will probably remember it - but I do love it, I'm sure though that there are still folk still out there who had never seen it before and it's a message that bears repeating - OK............. handkerchiefs at the ready ? it's a weepy one and anyone that knows me is aware that this kind of thing as well as turning on my waterworks tweaks at my heart-strings too ('cos I'm a soppy mare).... Enjoy !

BEING A MUM... After 17 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman loves you too and would love to spend some time with you. 'The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my Mum, who has been alone for 20 years, but the demands of my work and my two boys had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. 'What's wrong, aren't you well,' she asked? My Mum is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news. 'I thought it would be pleasant to spend sometime with you,' I responded. 'Just the two of us. 'She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that very much.' That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last Birthday on November 19th She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an Angel's.

'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,' she said, as she got into that new white van. 'They can't wait to hear about our date' We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. 'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she said. 'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favour ,' I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation nothing extraordinary but catching upon recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie. As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.' I agreed.

'How was your dinner date ?' asked my wife when I got home. 'Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered. A few days later, my Mum died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope with acopy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mum and I had dined. An attached note said: 'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.' At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I LOVE YOU' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.

Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till 'some other time.' AWW....... Now was that or was that not worth reading ?
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This next bit is called 'Somebody' and it was written by someone whose name is not known , another of these unsigned emails ... What do you think ? It's a pity we don't know who it was that penned it......

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby....
Somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, 'normal' is history.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct ..Somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

Somebody said being a mother is boring .......
Somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.

Somebody said if you're a'good' mother, your child will 'turn out good'....
Somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother....
Somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.

Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first ....
that somebody doesn't have two children.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labour and delivery....
Somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten ... or on a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married...
Somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to amother's heartstrings...

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home....
Somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her.
That Somebody isn't a mother..........

Pass this along to all the 'mothers' in your life and to everyone who ever had a mother. This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people in your life while you have them... no matter who that person is.

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I have come across another poem which apparently was written by one of the nurses who according to the story originally had been one the nurses who looked after the old lady Kate - as in 'Kate's Poem' She was a nurse McCormack and she wrote the nurses response . I definitely have the impression though that she had also written Kate's Poem too... according to her daughter in the Google article she had written the two poems. After having re-read them and I know it sounds a weird thing to say but I can hear the similarity in the wording and the timing of the words - both poems have the same rhythm and I have a feeling that it was as stated in the google article that Phyllis M. McCormack did indeed write both poems.

Gosh imagine that ! I wonder why she would have done that ? Although when I think about it I suppose she could have written both to help bring attention to the situation and the plight of old folk in situations like that - who knows.... It was quite a surprise to me personally though, after all, most of my life I thought of the old lady 'Kate' as being how the poem had described her so I had a picture of her in my mind etc.. if you know what I mean... Anyway here's the second answering poem.

A Nurse's Response to - ' Kate's Poem' By Phyllis M. McCormack.
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What do you see, you ask, what do we see?
Yes we are thinking when looking at thee!
We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss,
But there's many of you and too few of us.

We would like far more time to sit by you and talk,
To bath you and feed you and help you to walk.
To hear of your lives and the things you have done.
Your childhood, your husband, your daughter, and your son.

But time is against us, there's too much to do -
Patients too many and nurses too few.
We grieve when we see you so sad and alone.
With nobody near you, no friends of your own.

We feel all your pain, and know of your fear.
That nobody cares now your end is so near.
But nurses are people with feelings as well,
And when we're together you'll often hear tell

Of the dearest old Gran in the very end bed.
And the lovely old Dad, and the things that he said.
We speak with compassion and love, and feel sad
When we think of your lives and the joy that you've had.

When the time has arrived for you to depart.
You leave us behind with an ache in our heart.
When you sleep the long sleep, no more worry or care,
There are other old people, and we must be there.

So please understand if we hurry and fuss -
There are many of you - and too few of us.

Laughter and Huggles to All.... Oh ! and Love too - Kate xxx.