Gathering Echoes #PoetryPlace

Gathering Echoes #PoetryPlace

Gathering Echoes.

By: Patty L. Fletcher

March 13, 2021

Before I share this poem with you, let me say, I’m grateful for those who take the time to run quick errands, drop off needed items or help make sure the cat has his meds or a trip to the vet. I don’t take those kindnesses lightly and those supporters, I won’t forget.

But I’d just like to add, that whilst I don’t expect anyone to come and stay all day and I doubt me or they would like it that way, last week, when a neighbor from down the street dropped off a few needed items she’d picked up while out running her errands took fifteen minutes to sit and have a conversation with me it meant more than anything else, I’d had done for me in quite some time.

I’d also like to encourage those of you who are fond of calling back over your shoulder as you hurry away, “We’ll get together soon. Call if you need anything.” To think about it before you make that statement. For while I know many mean it, there are many more who say it to do nothing more than make themselves feel better and those of us to whom you call those words, know they’re as empty as the air they float upon.

Cars rumble to a stop up and down the sides of the street and alley way.

Cheery hellos ensue.

Family and friends gather on porches, decks and in yards, like a parade or dance on a pre-spring Saturday afternoon.

“Call if you need anything.” Echoes in my head.

I wonder at that statement as I face another season while lounging by the open window across the foot of my bed.

Why does someone always have to need something for a friend or loved one to drop by?

Why, do I care anyway? I ask myself as laughter floats through the air on the wings of the birds flying by.

“I’ve got to run.” They say as the bags rattle from their hands to mine through the door.

I stand in the middle of the room, as in the distance I hear the retreating roar.

Reaching into the frig to place the items on their shelf, my hand finds a lone beer in the back and laughing bitterly I say, “Guess it’s good I’m by myself.”


Patty L. Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works full time as a Writer with the goal of bridging the great chasm which separates the disAbled from the non-disAbled. She is Also a Social Media Marketing Assistant.

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  1. This is a very poignant poem, Patty. Sharing.

    1. Hi again Robbie.

      Thanks for reading, liking commenting on and sharing my poem.

      I’ve no idea about form, no idea how to correctly write a poem, that just came to me yesterday as I was listening to the sounds of life in my neighborhood. When Campbell was alive and still working I was more free to get out and about and stave off the trapped feeling one gets when they are alone and hear the sounds of enjoyment going on all around them but now he’s gone and I’ve no idea when a new dog will happen in my life sometimes it gets too much.

      But there are other reasons why I wrote that too. When I worked for 2011 Contact concern and was chatting with the elderly and shut in people in our community each day the one thing they all talked about were those they knew were true when they spoke such words and those who only said it to have something to say.

      I just felt to write how I and others feel some times in a way that would not be aggressive might help to raise a little thought amongst some.

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  2. Very true Patty.. particularly at the moment it is very important to have those real moments of connection..hugs

    1. Hello Sally.

      First, thank you for reading and commenting here. Much appreciated.

      Next, thank you for understanding the message.

      Have a wonderful week.

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  3. A very beautiful poem with an important message. Thank you for sharing.

    1. Hello:
      Thanks so much for reading and for writing to say you did and that you enjoyed it.
      Very much appreciated.

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