Curiosity Filling The Atmosphere Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering down back alleys, looking for the past where
life was easier and so simple.

Being young was the ultimate time in life, filled with
new experiences and joy.

Curiosity filling the atmosphere everywhere I went and
never failing me through the years.

Advancing life still holding onto it like a treasure,
precious to my mind, holding it close and cherishing it.

A beautiful and enticing gift from God to a child full
of wonder and awe for the world around her.

Never letting anything go, questioning everything that
came across her vision, even at night in dreams.

Being remembered every morning, tantalizing and bringing
new concepts and ideas into being.

Inventions forming along with thoughts, following designs
and patterns into colors of the rainbow.

A never-ending process of intellect fulfilling dreams of
an entire lifetime.

Loving possibilities that come to mind in the beauty of
another measure of rhythm.

Never taking my eyes off the end in sight, tasting the
memories from photographic screens within.