What do you see ? What do you see, child, what do you see? Maybe you are thinking,  when you look at me! A crabbed 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 stocking or shoes, 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 child. You're not looking at me, I'll tell you who I am, as I sit here so still., As I move at your bidding, eat at your will. I'm a small child of ten with father and mother; brother and sisters,  who love one another. A young girl of sixteen  with wings on her feet dreaming that soon a love she will meet. A bride 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 together with ties that should last. At forty, my young sons  have grown up and gone, but my man's beside me to see I don't mourn. At fifty, once more babies play round 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  rearing young of their own, and I think of the years and the loves that I've known. I'm an old woman now and nature is cruel, it is her jest to make  old age look like a fool. The body crumbles, grace and vigor depart, there is 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 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, child, open and see; Not a crabbed old woman look closer......See Me!!   Midi: "Memories"