HER LIFE WAS SO SMALL:

Her life was so small, but who´re they to judge?

Those throwing stones, who besmirch & smudge,

She was just a sweet little lady, going on her way,

Doing what had to be done, to get through her day.

 

She bought up her family, as all good mothers do,

She loved her sweet man, long after he´d wooed,

The “Housewife”, the title, bestowed on her being,

She was criticized by many, for not being more seeing.

                                                                                                                  

For not saving the wolves, whales & poor African child,

Not trying to save forests, seas, all things dying & wild,

“Join this & join that”, words, all bombarded & hurled,

Just a small housewife, trying to save her small world.

 

Helping old people, with shopping & crossing busy street,

On buses & trains, she, always the first to offer her seat,

She´d bend to pat puppies & she´d smile at lost strangers,

Doing all the small stuff, let the rest, be the world´s rangers.

 

Saying “there are those doing big stuff, forgetting the small”,

Let them do what they must, I´ll stay on this side of the wall,

There are very big issues in life, that need such special care,

What about those around us, by many, not seen & not there?

 

Always a miracle to her, the fact that she´d be breathing,

Every tiny gesture, little seed, she needed no big heaving,

Her life may be deemed small, insignificant, some even say,

She was happy, just doing the small stuff & in her own way.