Erimar Margaret Jessie MacPherson

Scotland, UK

I came into this world January 17th, 1934. Retired nursing sister. My role as mother and grandmother is very exciting. Enjoying my daughters Helen Maria Maggie, Pauline Elizabeth, Margaret Irene Georgina. I enjoy grandchildren Robert Bruce, Karl Leigh, Hayley Marie, Graham Anthony, Oliver Arron, my true friend Lewis, beloved parents Margaret and Duncan. My pen name is my name backwards "Ramire." I attended Hilton Comprehensive and Forester Hill College where I learned all I needed to know. Poems published by arrival Press Eastern Rainbow, The International Society of Poets. Poems written are inspired by family, places, experiences, expressing. How I feel about our people and planet.

My Private Resting Place

I walk by the banks of the river Ythan
The river now scampering along
Running past lovely Newburgh
On to Pitmillan Fovern
The house with the three chimneys
Where I was born one January morning
Past the ancient church
With lovely people resting there
A steep path leads to the new retiring place
A super archway with names of
By gone war heroes
The benches beside it unoccupied
Except for the spirits of those gone before
I pass through the large iron gates
Down the path
A private world where I can reflect
Without interruption on past and future
Wrapped in my thoughts
I suddenly became aware I was no longer alone
My piggy stone on my resting place
Was looking at me asking
How long will I be here alone
Without you Erimar
I bent down and stroked my pink Maggie Piggy
I assure her Uncle Robert is rest beside her
I give her a wash some fresh flowers
I leave her smiling and my mind at rest
Then with a jolt I'm back
In the real world

My Grandmother and Grandfather

Alone this morning at Pitmillan Cottage
Where we all used to live
Where I Erimar was born
Rows of rain falling from the eves
This cottage once had a brighter generation
The walls and windows spoke to me
Of Gran and Grandad Uncle Robert
Cousin Alan Uncle George my dad James
Who shared in the joy of my beginning
These images of the love you gave me freely
And to all who came your way
I would like to think your spirits visit
Pitmillan cottage on special days
This place is ours we are all there
Our spirits can rest in peace.