A Loving Touch Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crossing railroad tracks, remembering those past times
when living right beside them.

In many evenings, sitting outdoors in the cool starlit
beauty of twilight.

Trains passing by, with their sensuous rhythms clack,
clacking, blowing that whistle that touched the lonely-
ness held within, releasing the past in a swish of memory.

Glorious days of youth kept tucked within so many memories,
saved through the years and relived in an evening of star-
light and moonbeams, shining upon me in senior years.

Loving all these memorable times in recesses of my mind,
being released when life is standing still, refreshing it
in it's loneliness.

A loving touch of passion and essence still being emitted
in a poem.