RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Albums Of Recollection
Choosing rhythms of colors taken straight from rainbows
after a rainstorm.
Collecting raindrops in containers afterwards, enjoying
the events of a summer rain storm in the night.
Chasing dreams in childhood, running around, feeling
the cold wetness cooling you off.
Memory's being refreshed throughout the years in albums
of recollection during rainy days now being felt in
senior years of life.
Calculating times of yesterday that used to be filled
with life and family.
Now nothing is left but the ticking of the clock in the
hallway, reminding you that now you are alone, without
loved ones who have gone beyond you beforehand.
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