Elizabeth Ann Harrison

Tarboro, NC, USA

Born Elizabeth Ann Smith on June 17, 1949 in Halifax County, NC, I have been married to the Mr. Levon Harrison for the past fifteen years. I work as a Housekeeping Manager for the Mary Frances of Tarboro, NC. I have worked there for the past eight years. I graduated from The Brawley High School of Scotland Neck, NC in 1968. The school is now a middle school. I have been writing poems since I was sixteen years old. I have had poems published by The National Library of Poetry since 1994 and by Sparrowgrass for about a year. Writing poems is something that I enjoy doing very much. My poems come from things that I have experienced, such as the death of my mother and grandmother and love that has gone wrong. My poems also come from the way I feel about such things as love, peace, people and their actions toward each other, God, life itself, happiness, sadness, death and so on and so on. I hope that when life here has ended for me my words, my thoughts, will somehow linger on as a reminder that I was once here only for a little while.

Here, But Only For A Little While

Here, but only for a little while
Let us think of the flowers, how they bloom
They are beautiful, but only here for a little while

Look at the dew how it sparkles and shines like
diamonds from a far and distant land, adding new
life to the earth, for it is here but only for a
little while and it's gone
Life itself is a gift from God that we are given
but only for a little while

God's Love

It's bigger than you or I can imagine
His love covers everyone.
No one is left out.
It makes you give when you think there's nothing
to give,
It will give you a warm hug when you think there's none to receive.
It will show you a smile when you got a frown,
It will give you a friend when you're left alone.
It will lift you up when you are burdened down
And your load will be lighter.
It will cover you with a blanket of calmness when
fear comes to your door,
It will bring out peace when trouble draws near,
God's love. . .
We don't deserve it,
But he freely gives it.
Makes no difference who you are,
He gave up all that we might receive.
No one can give more,
No one can love more.
No price tag can be placed on God's love,
You can't buy it,
He gives it.

This Heart of Mine

This heart of mine, why does it ache so?
It is so filled with hurt and bitterness
of the past and present
It's so lonely for true love
Love that's real
Love that's giving
For what is right or what is wrong
I don't know
This heart of mine often tells me
but not this time
For the hurt and bitterness is too great
This heart of mine
Is it big or is it small?
Is this heart of mine beating too fast
or too slow?
You see!
This heart of mine has a deep wound that will
probably never heal without tender love and care