Blessed Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rambling down memory lane filled with roses of life,
baring their thorns at times.

Bittersweet images being touched upon, as walking by,
thorns open them up for consideration and thought.

Feelings pent up are drained out and fall, dripping
to the ground, reminding us of our ancestors, our
roses of the past.

Tears fill our eyes and fall to earth, watering our
memories so they will grow interiorly again and
we'll be able to think and see them many times into
the future.

Blessed memories, carrying us forth into a land beyond
time and eternity, placing us on shores of our next
horizon.