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 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 for friends and family, 
who sneaks in great 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 lady finds comfort in all parts of her day
and tries not to ponder a once easier way.
She knows that this life happens once for us all,
so she breathes in the sunlight, and warm colors of Fall. 
She loves conversation, and trips 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 stories to tell, 
about her endless belief that all will be well.
So what do you see behind this cane?

Andrea Erickson

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