RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Underscoring life with sorrow and grief, etching
their ways into our minds and hearts forever.
Delving deeply into past memories calls to mind
images and thoughts of those who are dear to us.
A place known only to one who aches and pines
for those who have gone before them.
Sunshine reserved only for one in past images,
alone on death's frontier.
Desert pictures painting themselves inside, arid,
forlorn, yet full of life.
Ocean's washing over, rinsing thoughts and
sorrow gently, as falling to the sand, all is
washed away until next time grief surprises us
with remembrances of a lifetime.
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