Dark Road Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Highways of remorse are stretched before me, touching chords
of long ago memories of Mom.

So gently reminding me of her life, so full and vibrant once,
now soaked like a sponge with death.

Laughter no more fills my ears with the special voice I long
to hear.

Sprouting within, the tears which always spring to my eyes
when I think of her.

Memories missing her life, they don't come close to what I
hold inside my soul.

Frantically trying to hold an image of Mom, I find I cannot,
my mind can only remember the times we had.

Specifically and wonderfully yes, but without a face to look
upon as memories are replayed in my mind again and again.

Wandering this earth on endless roads, afraid at times, but
with no song in my heart for anyone.

Because I know we will all end up where my Mom is, away from
our sight, leaving us each with lonely memories to hold onto throughout the long and darkened road of life.