I work several jobs, and one of them is as a Senior Center manager in my town. I have worked there for a number of years, serving a state subsidy meal at the Senior Center, and organizing the meals to be delivered to shut-ins. I eat with the diners, do the dishes, and sometimes provide activities.
When I first started, I was struck with the inspiration one day to write a poem. Let me tell you about the inspiration. My husband and I had recently purchased a home from an older couple who didn’t want to move the old pool table in the basement, so we kept it. My teenage son and his friends were very enthusiastic, bringing their own pool cues to the games, and having a great deal of fun learning to play and hanging out. I love that feeling, of hearing the shouts of despair at missed shots and laughter, and knowing that the fun is something they will grow up and remember.
At the Senior Center, there is a pool room, and the older gents gather on a daily basis to shoot the breeze and a few games of pool. I noticed soon after starting my work there that the sounds I heard from the pool room were exactly the same. Shouts of despair and laughter and fun sound the same when they are coming from men of 80 or young men of 16. That inspired me. The friendships I have formed with the senior citizens in my community inspired me, and continue to teach me that this thing called life is such sweet ride to be on with those we care about. Here is the poem that I wrote:
I See You – by Jane Ver Mulm
I see you as a handsome stranger.
Though the years have creased your face,
For all the cares and problems
Have left wrinkles in their place.
I see you as a healthy young man.
Though your pace has slowed a bit,
You use what strength you have
To work where you see fit.
I see you as a small playful boy,
Through the twinkle in your eye
As you tease with silly banter.
Years have never left you shy!
I see you as a busy mother,
Though your hands are gnarled and worn.
They cared for loved ones tirelessly
Day and night, from early morn.
I see you as a fair young maiden,
When you reach to touch your hair.
Though snowy now, and thinning,
Vibrant tresses once grew there!
I see you as a small loving girl,
When you smile with kindly eyes.
Your patient, gentle sweetness
Aging never can disguise.
Although my eyes are younger,
My life in a different place,
I like to see you in my mind
In a different time and space.
To know you walked my pathway,
Before, when you were young,
Gives me courage and inspiration.
To walk this life path ‘til it’s done.
I hope that as you see me
Through eyes that have been here,
You remember what your life has taught,
And treasure every year.