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Tuesday, July 13, 2004

I see these small footprints
that are imbedded on my heart.
And these small footprints
from my life will never part

My children, you are with me
in my life, forever more.
On the forefront of my mind
and deep in my heart to the core

You are all my world
and I will love you so.
Hold you forever in my arms,
even though you had to go.

    Monday, May 03, 2004

    Beyond My Reach

    You see that pinhole of light?
    Yes, that one way down there.

    Just squint your eyes really tight,
    it will make it much more clear.

    And in that light what do you see?
    Beyond are hopes and dreams.

    That pinhole it seems so far for me
    unattainable, or so it seems.

    Beyond my reach, beyond my touch
    my heart sinks into despair.

    I am losing to this battle, so much
    I just don't want to go back there.

    E.C. Johnson

      Sunday, April 04, 2004

      I sit alone on the hard wood floors
      my legs are slightly crossed.

      The window before me is open,
      yet I feel so closed in.

      My mind stirs and begins to wander.
      Thoughts pulling at my heart.

      My breathing slows ever so slightly.
      Calm flows over me.

      At that moment, the sun shines in,
      a warmth starts to surround.

      Working it's way from within my body
      and encompassing my heart.

      Opening my soul to the world that's ahead
      and knowing that I must do.

      E.C. Johnson

        Wednesday, March 24, 2004

        My heart weighs heavy,
        my ‘self’ feels sad.
        I know not why,
        but it feels so bad.

        I worry of my friends,
        and my family too.
        I scramble in my mind,
        about what to do.

        This feeling I have
        way down deep
        worries me at night
        and keeps me from sleep.

        And in this time
        that despair sets in.
        I can only think
        of one way to win

        Release this burden.
        Just take it away.
        Fill my mind with good.
        To this I pray.

        E.C. Johnson

          Friday, March 05, 2004

          Elsie Bear (to read about her click here) is my Granny and she is an amazing person, and has touched so many lives. She was a driving force in the Manitoba Metis federation, and opened her house and heart to anyone who needed it. She is the most influential person in my life. She passed away two years ago, and I miss her dearly. I wrote this about her.


          There was lady in my life,
          who inspired me to be.

          She taught me about the warmth inside
          and helped my heart to see.

          She showed me her caring spirit
          that it was deep inside of me.

          And that caring, confidence, and strength,
          would set my spirit free.

          She was the most important person
          who taught me how to be.

          She left some time ago
          and from heaven she can see

          That her spirit will always live on.
          As it shines so clearly..... from me.

          I miss you....

          E.C. Johnson

            Tuesday, February 24, 2004


            As you sit to ponder
            there is a brush
            on your shoulder, ever so slight

            You turn to see
            if someone is there.
            And all you see is black as night

            You close you eyes
            to feel his presence
            and pray with all your might

            For he surrounds you
            and takes the bad.
            And leaves you with all that’s right.

            E.C. Johnson

              Sunday, February 22, 2004

              My Place

              Water falls drip by drip,
              emptiness sounds so hallow.
              The silence resonates,
              so loud yet you can not hear.

              You can not move,
              yet it is all so enclosing.
              You search the area around,
              to find nothing near.

              You feel the wind,
              as it blasts on your face.
              Yet you can not breathe,
              you gasp for air.

              You stumble to find
              just a shred of evidence
              to prove where you are,
              is where you were meant to be.

              E.C. Johnson