Erin McGee Ferrell: Всі вірші автора

google facebook twitter ArtistAMERICAN.com

Erin McGee Ferrell

Professionally a Visual Artist for over 30 years, I occasionally have poems that come to me. Please look at my paintings, ArtistAMERICAN.com, and understand that both the pen and the paintbrush do the same job. One I am a master of, the other...poetry...a novice. The past year I have dealt with Breast Cancer. My collection of works on this site reflect this unexpected and difficult journey. The Pirate Crew Paper Doll Collection is a Breast Cancer Educational Tool featuring Ms. Mastectomy, Ms. Chemotherapy, Ms. Radiation, Ms. Oophorectomy, and Ms. BRCA2. These works are dedicated to all who have walked in this path.

Всі вірші Оригінали Переклади

« ‹ 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 › »

I Still Have My Wart

Ok people, the wart is still there.

Defiantly stuck to my toe.

Mocking 5 months of Chemo, drugs and radiation.

If anything, I expected this ugly bump to shrivel and die along with any fast mocking cancer cells - but no, like me, it is stubborn.

The wart apparently is here to stay.

Mimicking my own stubborn determination.

105

by Erin McGee Ferrell

WIGS - Where Have You Been All My Life?

Ok women! If you have never considered buying a wig...change your mind now!

First of all, wigs are much warmer than hats in the Maine Winter and you can have the hair you’ve always wanted in 2 seconds. I know many African friends think nothing of getting extensions or wearing hair pieces and wigs.

White women.....why has it taken us so long to catch on??!! So, now I am declaring having cancer no longer the only excuse to buy a wig!

Go for the long beautiful hair, fun short curls, and sporty flips! When my hair grows back, don’t doubt it...I will still wear my wigs!

by Erin McGee Ferrell

Q U I E T Sunday

Fiona, upstairs with tiny boxes of cereal, watching a movie.

All cuddled up, warm with hugs and kisses.

Even at 13, she loves, laughs and clings.

Rainy mist at 8am.

Walk up and down the hill with blow horn for bears.

Now with NPR and hot coffee, bible and kale smoothie.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

I'm NOT Buying Soup

I used to buy soup...

For the food offering basket at church.

I used to be a foster parent...

Sacrificing time, money, and emotions for children needing a home I used to give away gum and coin.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

STILL...VIEW

The 6am view from the bedroom, leads my eyes to quiet graves by sunrise.

Frantic thoughts and heart and panic attacks.

Rest my soul, my spirit, my mind, my heart, my life.

Let go of results, success, achievement, fame.

Be still with the spreading of WAX, punching in data, the baking of cookies.

Take note of my daughter's morning kiss, my husband's sacrifice, the doctor's empathy, the sunshine and my father's perfume gift.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

ITCHY RIGHT

My right side is itchy.

Arm, Torso, Leg.

The left side is fine.

Why do the bugs only land on 1/2 of my body?

Perhaps brown-tailed mother's hairs land on our bed.

My side is closest to the window.

by Erin McGee Ferrell

I Have Your SKIN

Two sheets of skin in my body are not mine.

Maybe from one person or two?

Donated willingly by a contract before death.

Today I am wondering about who this skin belonged to: Gender, race, age, occupation, personality and intelligence?

My healing now resurrecting the passed life in a new way, feeding your genes and merging with my cells. Aware that skin is just skin, my imagination runs with silly ideas about your traits becoming mine. To suddenly like football, eggplant, and fluency in Spanish....me becoming alien host.