Life was too small
Life was too small -
Limited to four walls,
Home, husband, children,
Now they have gone
And in their place
I try to find a new interest.
But I find a world
Quite new to me,
Where love is a rarity,
Hope a stranger
And happiness not known.
I weep for the un-kissed children,
Unwanted and unloved:
I weep for the
Battered wives,
The broken homes,
I weep for the old and lonely,
Te disillusioned and the sad.
I weep for the tragedies
Of sickness and death,
Of accidents and murder.
I weep for the lack of knowledge
Of God the Father Whose name is Love.
© Betty Tingate
I think this poem might have been written close to that point in her life when, in her 70's she began a career of voluntary Church based social work.