Carl L. Ericson
1910 - 1997

In 1997, I lost my lover, Carl. Since then, thoughts of him have been on my mind almost every day.
In my dreams of Carl, shortly after his passing words started to form in my mind. I wrote them down and tried to put them into the form of a poem, but I am no poet. Since then I have felt a great peace enter my life.
I want to share these thoughts with you. I think you will understand.
Here, then, is my tribute to Carl. He was 87 when he passed away.

In the Sunset of His Years
(To the Memory of Carl L. Ericson)

I met a man in the sunset of his years.
His gait was slow,
His hand trembled,
His eyes were weak,
His ears heard in whispers.
And I loved him,
this man in the sunset of his years.

He said "No, don't waste your life on me.
I am too old. Seek a young man."
I said "But I want you."
And I gave him my youth,
this man in the sunset of his years.

It has been four years now.
His step no longer stumbles,
His hand no longer shakes,
His eyes now see the love
I bear for him in my heart,
His ears hear the music of the angels.
He is gone.
And I miss him,
this man in the sunset of his years.

His spirit resides now forever in my memories.
His love rejoices within my heart.
And I thank God every day of my life
for giving me
this man in the sunset of his years.

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