Patricia Erickson

Janesville, Wisconsin, USA

Pat has dabbled off and on, in writing for some time. Becoming a widow, sons grown and a grandmother: she can devote more time to poetry. She has had her poetry published by The National Library of Poetry. She relies, on her education and life experience to hypothesis. Is presently in the process of writing her first manuscript. Her philosophy is; one can achieve anything in this world, with hard work and persistence.

Reminiscence

A sapling is planted and grows to maturity:
becomes very beautiful and functional..
It is a permanent fixture in our lives.
One day out of the blue our beautiful tree
Develops a disease and dies.
When the tree is removed it leaves a huge empty space.
Gradually one becomes accoustom to not seeing the tree.
Mother Nature does her job by covering the chasm with
grass and soil: leaving a small indentation.
Is this not the way of life of a human being?
One is born. Goes through the different stages of life.
Becomes intertwined with the lives of others.
Death of a person leaves a large void.
The void becomes smaller and smaller as time passes.
Oh! Remember me! Remember Me!
Cried out the beautiful tree and the human being.
Remember me by pictures, conversation and mementos.
Remember me not with a heavy heart and tears,
But joy in your heart and smile on your lips.
Then, my existence was not in vain, but lives on in memories.

Seasons

Is it winter?
Trees and bushes brown and barren.
The ground white with snow.
Cold wind howling outside.
Or is it spring?
Trees and bushes in full bud.
Flowers poking their little heads
through the ground.
A warm breeze blowing gently
in open doors and windows.
Could it be summer?
The sun and wind hot and dry.
Bushes, flowers and trees in full bloom.
Lawns to be mowed,
Weeds to be pulled.
Maybe it is Fall.
The air with a bit of chill in it.
A light frost changed the leaves
to a bright orange, red and yellow,
Wind rustling the leaves
to and fro on the ground.
Like children running here and there.
What ever the season.
Put a song in your heart,
a grin on your face.
Have a happy day,
for it's great to be alive.