My Children’s 6 Word Memoirs to Me at My Funeral.

He was a spirit lifter father.


He taught me the good deeds.


He never let you down ever.


He was there when needed most.


Through the ups and downs times.


His name was Ty Jacob Erisman.


The best father for four children.


He changed all of our lives greatly.


Goodbye old man who loved us.


We will love and miss you.


Forever and ever and ever eternity.


From the Erisman kids.

~Ty Erisman

Dear Grandpa

Dear Grandpa,

I love you.

Playing and coloring at your house

I loved being with you, dad didn’t

The fighting I heard

Didn’t change my love for you

The things mom said about you

Didn’t change my love for you.


Seeing the smile on your face

While taking pictures with us opening gifts

The smile you had

In the pictures with us

Then you weren’t in them

No beautiful smile to brighten my day

Going into the hospital

For the last time

Didn’t realize this heart attack

Would be the last

I will love you forever

I will always remember your smile

And everything you did for me

I’ll see you again someday.




Ballad about 9/11


This is a story about the day

That the world would suddenly change

The event that made the people say

New York will never be the same


It was a normal afternoon

Not a thing seemed strange

But they don’t know what’s coming soon

The day that New York would change


A plane just passing by

Seemed awfully low

They’re screaming “Oh my”

Soon everything would blow


Crashing in with fire and rage

The tower went up in big red flames

The lives of people of many age

Would soon never be the same


Soon enough another one comes too

And crashes right into the second tower

After a long fight the first tower blew

And all the debris became a shower


Life after life just wasting away

Firefighters trying their best to save

No one has a word to say

As the fiery fury onward raves


As the second tower starts to tumble

People are frantically running about

Inside the ground you can feel a rumble

Sadly enough, time has run out


People are silent as the sirens blare

No one is quite sure what to do

Everyone has just stopped and stared

As the last of the two towers blew


As the dust and debris settles

And the crowds start to swarm

People are gathered around to meddle

To see how this disaster formed


Theory after theory

Lie after lie

People start to feel weary

As the tears dry from their eyes


Broken families and broken hearts

Their loved ones in the remains

As their mind and their heart parts

Their lives will never be the same


Body after body pulled from what’s left

Many people still screaming

Lifting the debris with all their heft

The tears from their eyes still streaming


Day after day

night after night

Many people still say

That everyday is a new fight


Long after the falling

People still mourn

Their loved ones no longer calling

A generation of fighters was born


Parte del Alma Mía

Madre, parte del alma mía

La amiga intimísima

La maestra más sabia

Me has enseñado todo lo que yo conozco.


Eres una torre alta y fuerte

Descansas en un fundamento sólido

Tu paciencia y fe son faros

Luces que me advierten.


Abuela, parte del alma mía

La artista más diestra

La cocinera más fantástica

Tu cultura me crió.


Eres un libro de cuentos

Tus talentos sobrepasan que tú comprendes

Cada día me sorprendes

Con la fuente de experiencias que tú tienes.


Queridas mujeres, partes del alma mía

Me hicieron quien yo soy hoy en día

Cuando ambas hayan pasado

Ustedes estarán en mi alma todavía.



it’s seeping

into my pores

and i hate the way

people stick to my


i almost compared

the hair i pulled out

in the shower,

to what my mother

found on her pillow,

but she lost more of

herself than i have

i’m picking at my nails,

it’s the only way

i’ll forget about all the

people that forgot

to stay,

or i’ll dream about

telling him that

fire extinguishers

won’t burn down the

world and that he wakes

up the next morning,

but instead only

the people he left do

and i keep on trying

to drown my memories

of ghosts that still


its seeping

into my pores

and my hair is

tangled with broken


my teeth are

falling out

in time with

the songs i use

to fill the space

silence leaves

smoke fills my lungs

and i still haven’t learned

how not to cough up

pieces of the past

that get stuck in

the drain i tried

to clean with vodka,

that night he tried

to put out flames,

and be the hero,

when he was the only one


Psalm of a Disobedient Child

Another weekend, another fight

The constant bickering makes me ill

A dying union, a flower with blight

I want to scream; a suffering shrill


Hallow be my name, you demand

Can’t I just be free?

It’s time I finally make the stand

It doesn’t matter how I beg and plea


Only a few more months, I’ll be gone

Never could I match your grace

My heart has been quartered and drawn

I’m sorry to desert you in this hateful place


You say I disgust you, I don’t hold blame

Tride and true, a Rock n’ Roll rebel

I refuse to hold my head in shame

It’s clear that you’ll never be able to level


It breaks my soul that I have to go

I’m certain that you’ll grieve

I hope that Mom and Dad will know

That it wasn’t my choice to leave


Where I’m From

I am from lacrosse,

from my phone and clothes

I am from the woods in my backyard

I am from sunflowers,

the lilac bush

I am from family beach trips and family get togethers,

from my mother and father and my little sister

I am from always making my family laugh at the dinner table

and always joking around with my family

From not sleeping until I was 2 years old

and told not to let the bedbugs bite

I am from god

I am from Millersville, PA,

Tacos and spaghetti

From the time when I lost my first tooth,

to when I first went on a airplane,

and from the time I taught my sister how to walk

I am from from those moments,

that are embedded in my brain

Alexis Hemmerly

She May Be Short, but She is Tall

“How was your day at school?”, is the first thing I always hear when she walks in through the squeaky door of the farmhouse. When my dad comes in a while after, the first thing she would say is, “How was your day at work?” Observing her face, people notice that her tan face is ageless; age to her is nothing but a number. Her face is long and narrow; her dark brown eyes are small, but they’re filled with expression. Her nose is large, and her mouth is always ready to express what she is feeling at the moment. Her body may be short and full, but she and her words stand tall. Regardless of what the rest of the world believes, she stands firm by her beliefs and character, and nobody can change her. That is what I admire the most about my mother.

Since I was born, my mother’s caressing hands have been the one to take care of not only me, but my little sister and brother as well. These are the same gentle hands that can cook the best homemade meals anyone has ever tasted; the same hands that know how to draw, build, write, and create. These are the hands that comfort  when sadness comes around and praise when there’s happiness and the impossible has been accomplished. But most importantly, her hands are the ones that work hard every day to keep the family going in a positive and productive direction. When she asks me, “How was your day?,” it reminds how selfless she is and how much she cares for the well-being of others; it inspires me to be the same because I know that it will make a difference.

The face is the most expressive part of the human body and spending days with my mom proves this statement. Her eyes, I have noticed, show the struggles that she went through over the years, but they also show strength as she was able to overcome every obstacle. Her emotions also pierce through her eyes in every moment and time. Along with eyes, her mouth speaks only the truth. I have always had an admiration for those that don’t care about what others think of them and that nothing holds them back from fully expressing themselves, and I think my mother is just like that. She may be short, but to me, she is tall. Her beliefs and her faith in God are unshakable, and the words that come out of her mouth are strong and wise. With wisdom, also comes her laughter. Her laugh is loud and contagious and full of snorts. Once she starts laughing, people will soon find themselves laughing with her, and they’ll find out that it will take forever to stop.

Everyone has someone that they will admire for the rest of their lives, and for me, it will be my mom. Experiences are what forms a person, and there is always room for improvement. I find inspiration in those who try to make the best of every situation and that no matter what, always bring happiness and joy to everyone around them. My mom is the perfect example of this: joy, laughter, fun, strong, confident, and many more adjectives are what define her. She is my role model, my inspiration, and most importantly, she is my mother. She may be short, but to me, she is tall.


A Lock and Half a Key

My thoughts are strangled with chains,

I wish they could escape and run wild,

I only have half a key,

My secrets can only roam around a counselor,

Or around people I feels uncomfortable with,

I only talk openly to one person about my problems,

And she was ripped out of her hands,

My older sister is the influence parents hide their children from,

Yes, She’s made mistakes that haunt her,

But She’s my go to,

She is the distributor of advice,

The best person I know,

And she’s locked away too.

Where I’m From

I’m from Lake Wallenpaupack, north of a two-thousand foot mountain.

I’m from loving the cold.

I’m from chanting “Paupack Pride” every Friday night, and hearing On Wisconsin played by the school marching band.

I’m from parasailing on the third largest lake in Pennsylvania.

I’m from clearing a path through the snow for your car before going to school.

I’m from driving 20 miles to the closest store.

I’m from being surrounded by forests.

I’m from cool summers and cold winters.

I’m from enjoying peace and quiet.

I’m from laying on the roof, relaxing, enjoying the summer sun.

I’m from sitting, wrapped in a warm blanket, talking to my best friends over XBOX, or Skype during blizzards.

I’m from sitting on my porch, playing guitar for hours on end, often to get a single lick right.

I’m from creating stupid things with my friends, like a bike with skis on it to take down the ski slopes.

I’m from eating the best chicken parmesan that I have ever tasted.

I’m from not caring what people think.

I’m from The Dark Side of the Moon.

I’m from knowing that two of the most important things in life are friends and family.

Michael Gorman


All About Me

I’m from a place where the best news is that a steer got out of his pen.

I’m from a small home then one day I moved into a “mansion”.

I’m from being raised by loving parents.

I’m from a family who loves to cook and bake, and they’re good at it too.

I’m from the smell of a bakery and fresh cut flowers.

I’m from the clanging of dirty dishes to the annoying sound of the timer going off.

I’m from a small school that no one knows, LeTort.

I’m from going to the mountains and spending time with family.

I’m from where those old photo albums are kept.

I’m from a family where I am the oldest grandchild and great grandchild.

I’m from those old country songs that I still listen to.

I’m from learning the importance of agriculture.

I’m from the place I call home.

Kalee French

How I Grew Up

I’m from a small town called Manheim with my elementary school two blocks up the street, then a small house on top of a hill in Conestoga.

I’m from being the youngest child and being picked on by an older brother and two older sisters.

I’m from a big pot of homemade chicken corn soup.

I’m from a family with big hearts and attitudes.

I’m from watching my brother work on his cars.

I’m from a family gathering and great food on every holiday.

I’m from going out to eat every Friday after we picked up my dad from work.

I’m from learning electrical as I was growing up from my grandfather’s electrical company.

I’m from living with all girls since my parents split up when I was nine.

I’m from going into my best friend’s house every weekend in Lancaster who I met from our dads being best friends.

Joshua Pridgen

I’m from…

I’m from the small town of Conestoga, just south of Lancaster, near Millersville.

I’m from delicious chicken pot pie to golden rivels in chicken corn soup.

I’m from Safe Harbor, which resides close to the water tower, and the dam.

I’m from a family of teachers, except for a few.

I’m from competing in football and lacrosse.  

I’m from working hard in the fields, to resting on Saturday mornings.

I’m from one end of Conestoga to the other.  

I’m from pork and sauerkraut on New Years, to roast beef falling apart in the crock pot.

I’m from an only child household, to competing on a team with others.

I’m from “always be on time, early but never late” to “don’t burn bridges.”

I’m from several cats to none.

I’m from playing till dark, to now working till dark.

Caleb Walton

My House

I’m from Coffee Street where every day the house smells like coffee.

I’m from a house where coffee with creamer is not considered coffee.
I’m from a 5 minute walk to my grandparent’s house that smells like cinnamon hearts.

I’m from a family that supports all my sporting events and encourages me to try something new.

I’m from a wake up kiss from my dog.

I’m from a place where traveling is always a must.

I’m from a house that wakes up way too early on the weekends.

I’m from a blue eye and brown hair house.

I’m from “ride safe and don’t crash” when I ride atv.

I’m from a have fun kinda house.   

Toby Singer


The walls have seen more than the humans that have owned them. Things that people love to talk about, and things that happen behind closed doors. They saw your first birthday where everyone was smiling while you were shoving cake in your mouth because all you knew then was that it was sweet. They saw when you sprained your ankle and had to be on crutches for a little while so your mom brought you food and drinks so you didn’t have to get up. They saw you and your best friend jumping on the bed singing your favorite songs together. They saw  your brothers sneak into your room and take your things and they saw you find out and tell. They saw you bring your new boyfriend over for the first time to meet your parents (who were not thrilled but they smiled anyway). They saw your first breakup. The tears, the crying, the heartbreak. You thought it was the end of the world but they knew that there would be more. However, they knew that they would still be there to comfort you. They’ve seen the tears, despair, smiles, laughs. They’ve seen your joy and your sadness. The walls have seen it all.

Olivia Beck

Bump Bump

Bump Bump

I can hear my heartbeat with anxiety

Bump Bump

There goes the footsteps downstairs

Bump Bump

He’s getting up to stand even with his opponent

Bump bump

Stomps due to anger

Bump Bump

Fist smacking against the wall

Bump Bump

My heart pound with the realization that is my family fighting down there


The sound I hear the door make when I hear my brother slam the door to never be opened by him again

Audrey Bublitz

From The Bottom

I am from a broken home.

From where it was just my two brothers, my mom, and I.

I am from times where we wouldn’t see our mom two through three days at a time.

From watching her work double shift after double shift after double shift.


I am from run down apartments.

From where basketball courts have either bent rims or ripped nets.

I am from where most people didn’t go to school.

From where I had to take two public buses to get to school.


I am from where people always say it will get better but it only worsens.

From a big city but it seemed like everybody knew everybody.

I am from where the good dies young.

From where it’s common for the parent to bury their child due to violence.
I am from the bottom but that does not determine where I’m headed!

Spots of time

Whenever I get the slightest bit of an ocean smell it takes me back to all the great things I have done with my family at the beach.  We always go boogie boarding and fishing.  Another thing we have done more is a ropes course and it’s about 5 or 6 stories tall with all these cool things you have to do and it’s really fun to do with your family and friends.  We also love to walk on the pier and fish there and last summer I almost caught a stingray that was 8-9 feet wide, it was amazing. So everytime I get a smell of the ocean it just takes me to all the fun adventurous things we do.