Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Beautiful Setting


Remembering Steve in a rendition of poetry.
Looking back at all the times we were together as family, camping, eating, doing things in unison.
All times that we are missing here, still on earthly shores.
Feeling his presence with us as we sit in the Lodge of the FOP, listening to karaoke.
A beautiful setting for remembering someone we love and dearly miss.

Submitted: Saturday, October 05, 2013
Edited: Saturday, October 05, 2013

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In his memory. He was a police officer and a friend of 30 years, who died much too young. Being a month younger than me I'd always tease him to mind his elders, he was like a younger brother.

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