Wednesday, June 25, 2014

The Cane

So, what do you see behind this cane?
A forsaken woman? A slow-walking pain?
A lazy relic of a forgotten time?
An unhealthy human who didn't do enough time 
on treadmills, in sneakers, out in open air?
A person who complains that life just isn't fair?
This woman is a scholar, and very much alive 
with tall tales and small tales and never ending drive, 
who prays to the Lord to protect friends, and family, 
who sneaks in prayers of thanks for still living free.
Who gets frustrated, but proud that she's still living life - 
not begging for mercy as a broken-down wife.
This woman has feelings and hurts at times 
for lost friends, and strength that fueled her will to be alive. 
This lady finds comfort in all parts of her life, 
and tries not to ponder too much anguish or strife.
She knows that this life happens once for us all,
so she breathes in the sunlight, and brilliant colors of Fall. 
She loves conversation, and journeys to the sea
To watch ocean and waves, and gulls flying free.
So, please take a moment to return a kind smile, or hold open a door - 
she'll be around for awhile. 
And listen, for this woman may have a story to tell, 
about her endless belief that all will be well.
So what do you see behind this cane?

Andrea Erickson

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Wearing of Winter

I understand the term 'cabin fever' now. Not that I didn't understand this term before, but it's been so darn cold for so long this winter, being confined to one room to conserve heat is mental torture.

It's Spring in New England, but there was a blizzard in Massachusetts today. Spring seems so far away... I just want to throw open the windows and let fresh winds clean the winter stagnation from the air! Warmer weather is in the forecast, so I'm hoping that April Fool's Day does not throw another snow ball our way!

May April showers come your way!



Andrea

Monday, November 4, 2013

Fall in New England

Driving along tree-lined back-roads painted under a canopy of golden and sienna leaves.
Occasional pops of cherry red.
The music of Mozart on the airwaves.
A harvest of colors and sounds on an October New England morning.
I remember these days as a child; walking home from school and looking for the driest golden leaves I could step on, just to hear the crunch under foot.
Today was one of those days.
Blue sky.
Cooler temps.
A taste of winter in the air. The golden leaves on the sides of the roadway waiting for a child's footstep, and the crunch that followed.
Timeless.

AME

Monday, October 28, 2013

Midnight

In the still of the night,
under the warmth of the blankets,
his fingers find my hand.
He wraps them silently around my fingers.
I hear him breathe.
Slowly.
Deeply.
He's fast asleep.
But, somehow, his love for me is there.
His gentle touch in slumber
fills my heart.
Love. It never sleeps.

AME

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Becoming - a poem by Andrea


Becoming me.
A difficult discovering...
of lost memories, 
births, 
deaths,
and forgotten dreams.
A painful process... 
of taking risks, 
losing,
winning,
and waiting.
A tender time...
of holding friendships
to the light,
touching the qualities
and imperfections woven within,
and sometimes doing without.
Becoming me.
Learning to believe
in a friend that has lived in my soul since time began.
To forgive the sins of the fathers,
and of the self.
To test the limits of laughter,
and tears.
To heed the call of instinct,
and not question actions guided by love.
Becoming me.
Understanding the importance of my life.
Embracing pleasure.
Looking out for number one,
yet treating all spirits with the gentleness and independence
I allot myself.
Becoming me.
Realizing that failure is another path to success,
That sorrow is not infinite,
That happiness is fragile,
and knowing that beyond today,
there will never be another me.

- AME September '89 

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Calm after the storm

We were lucky.
The storm spared us
from power loss and ice dams.
This time.
Some were not so lucky -
losing power, property, and some - their lives.
New England is a beautiful place
with weather that can make each day a paradise
in Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
But weather patterns are changing.
The storms I welcomed in youth can now become threatening and violent.
The rain can turn to flood waters.
The warm days to scorching fires.
Yes, weather days are changing.
But, there is the calm that follows the storm
that still brings the wonder of blue skies,
the radiance of sunshine
and the song of hope in the voices of the birds in the air.
Storm. Calm. Hope.
The trifecta still works.

ame 2/9/13

Friday, January 25, 2013

Airport Diner

Voices bounce against each other
and echo against these thick, glass restaurant walls.
The heavy sound of dishes clashing
shout out from the kitchen door.
Silverware and glassware chime in,
while the abbreviated sentences of diners add to the breakfast noise - a conflagration of sounds.
The airport diner.
A stop for waves of hungry humans
waiting for their turn
to eat-and-run.
Waiting for their turn to consume moments, meals and time
before they fly away,
leaving echos of words in their wake.

ame
Sept 2011