Betty

She was dainty in stature

and old and frail.

Her name was Betty.

And every day she

made sure she went

out to get a few bits

in her trolley food wise.

She lived alone.

And was seriously proud

and smart to boot.

Her husband passed a few years

ago. Of a heart attack.

And her children flew the

nest a long time past.

They come and visit her

on regular visits. And one

of her daughters lives locally.

And checks on her daily with

a phone call.

She is independent and does

not like people to fuss over her.

Betty is a real trooper.

A fighter and character.

The type of lady you would love

on sight.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

love this I felt I knew her, she is the type of woman strong and frail at same time that I would like to be when more older
thankyou for this poem it shows your imagination and you seem much happier tonight xx bless youx

[Onlyme]

thanks Julie. you made me day.