Aging Childhood Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waving gently like seaweed in the ocean, willow trees sway
slowly in an afternoon breeze.
Silently lifting spirits with their peaceful, serene manner.
Sunlight sliding on and off their expedient leaves.
Motion always reaching inside, deeply stirring memories of
childhood.
Tire swings upon a branch, climbing into it's height and
hanging, letting go and dropping to the ground, only to do
it over again.
Being a child is so very memorable - lasting - throughout
the years of aging.
Looking back, we smile at the memories, pulling at their
reserves to keep on going as we grow older.