Little Things by Betty Devenney

My November poet is local woman Betty Devenney.

When I listen to Betty reading her poetry something stirs deep within me. She has a way of penning  simple observations that stick in your memory long after the poem is finished.Just like the subject matter of this poem ‘Little Things’

It reminded me of when we were children. Our mother would send up to ‘check’ on elderly neighbours. Did they need anything done? – like bringing in a bucket of water from the pump Or, a ‘wee’ message from the village shop or Post Office.

Often, glad of the company they’d ramble on. Frequently  they told us the same story many times but we’d smile and nod as if it was the first time we had heard it.

Betty’s poem also reminded me of the kindness of our mother to strangers. An Old vagrant woman  – selling pegs and other knick knacks in a basket – an item always  bought from the basket even if it wasn’t needed; a cup of tea given to help her on her way.

I don’t think we are any less kind today. I just think we are busier and more self-absorbed.

What do you think?

Comment welcome

This poem was first published in the ‘Shared Spaces ‘poetry collection 2012

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Without dreams and goals to strive for what would  we be?

Believe in yourself  and you can, you will achieve your goals.

It is said the harder you work the more success comes your way.

It takes hard work, and a clear commitment to succeed.

The writing gurus tell us,  the day you don’t want to write, the day you are resisting the call of the pen or keyboard – you want to walk the dog, clean the house or just go out into the garden and eat chocolate, that’s the day you need to write if you are to achieve your dream.

Some days the chocolate wins – but come night the dream   is still there – so I write.