Monthly Archives: February 2005

This poem was found in a nursing home, written by an anonymous resident. It’s been made into a short film, which I saw in class today. Take some time and read it through – it’s worth a ponder or two. See Me What do you see, nurses, what do you see, what are you thinking when you’re looking at me? A crabby 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 … Continue reading →