Antique Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lights of a Christmas tree reflecting from a window,
greeting me with it's bright starry eyes.
Reminding memories to come forth and be seen again in
aging eyes and heart.
Watching them with tears, yet smiling from my heart
with their images touching mine of today.
Collecting memories through the years, now antique,
yet still filled with the joy and happiness of
younger days spent with family.

(10: 42 a.m. - 12/22/08)