RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Family Love - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Loveliness sits upon a grandfather's shoulders as he
plays his lonesome harmonica with his heart deeply
set in a touching rendition of innate talent.
It has blossomed into the gift it was meant to be
from God's own hands.
A solo journey, taken with the melody of two through
marriage, meant to be taken to the limit and end of
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