Albums Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to many things, some being lame ducks, others
eagles soaring high into the skies, flying closer and
closer to heaven.

There many blessings spill out, raining on humanity in
the form of miracles, pleasant exercises turning around
and upside down.

Doing somersaults and cartwheels all over the house and
yard, having fun, no one saying to stop and go to bed,
being all grown up, free to do whatever it is you want to.

Playing songs that have been recorded throughout the years,
now etched onto a photographic memory filled with thousands
of albums of life and its thoughts.