A Sad Place Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thinking of relatives that I loved so dearly growing
up who are no longer here.
Tears growing like flowers from my heart, taking me
on a lonely journey down memory lane.
Holding back, yet moving forward so I can at least
enjoy bittersweet memories of all the good times we
used to have.
Today, the world is a sad place for me to exist,
because I miss them all so very much.

(9: 05 a.m. - 11/18/13)