Betty Ellerkamp 

Conneaut, OH, USA 

 
 
 

Betty says she's too old for partying and too busy to care. She's divorced, has a married son and one granddaughter, Anna. Anna and Paul have one son, Alex, who's two, her pride and joy. She keeps busy on her computer. She's not on the internet yet, but soon hopes to be. She's been writing poems, novels and short stories for many years. Betty has had a few articles published in the local paper. She had "Change of Pace" published in The National Library of Poetry book of 1997, "The Scenic Route." Writing keeps her mind and hands busy.

 

Breathtaking Spring!

Looking out my kitchen window as I eat breakfast, 
I get a spectacular view in spring. 
Oh, to most everyone it's only the budding of  
a dogwood tree. 

To me, as I look at it, it's the most spectacular 
beginning of spring, 
The beautiful small pale pink buds, growing and opening 
wider everyday. 

Usually, a beautiful baby blue background sky, gives the 
buds a picture only God could paint. 
And the other green trees budding make the scene 
complete and quite breathtaking. 

The whole town brightens with new and bright yellows, 
reds, pink, oranges and purples. 
Small multicolored crocuses, yellow and white daffodils, 
bright tulips, white dainty narcissus. 

Forsythia bushes going from spindly branches, to lightly 
flowered, to bushes loaded with yellow blooms. 
Magnolia trees all around blooming with large fragrant 
smelling petals. 

It's so amazing what Mother Nature and God, can do with 
color. 
I've admired and watched spring bloom and blossom for 
seventy-five years and it's still breathtaking!

Alone--With My Thoughts!

I miss you so much tonight!
No matter what I do, I see your face.
I've tried to keep my mind busy,
But you always invade my space.

I can't eat, sleep, or even think.
I don't know what I'm doing most of the time.
Music doesn't console me anymore.
It all comes out in country two-time.

Where are you when I need you?
It's been so long since you left.
I don't even know the reason for it?
And I can't think nor am I very deft.

I just hope you're happy with things as they are.
I'm a survivor, I will forget!
Time heals all wounds. So they say.
Maybe so, but on that. . . I won't take a bet!

All poems Copyright © 1997 Betty Ellerkamp. All rights reserved.