WUNRN
OLDER WOMAN'S VOICE
I am an older, an
elderly, woman
The lines on my face are etching of
the seasons of my life.
I am not pretty anymore. My hair is
grey, my skin sagging,
In a world fixated on youth and
beauty.
I am frailer now, more fragile, more
often ill.
I cannot afford all the medical care
I need.
I want to tell my children stories
of my life.
But they are busy, not so interested
in my legacy.
I am lonely. My husband, also old,
has dementia.
I feel isolated, ignored, forgotten.
What has happened to the respect for
elders,
To the valuing of life from cradle
to grave?
Where is social justice to care for
old women
And provide for their special needs
and rights?
I am an older woman, but I am very
much alive.
Hear me, care about me, help me,
treasure me.
WUNRN