Fate's Purity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Swinging in a swaying breeze, gently thinking of
yesterday's hold on minds of children as they
played and learned of everything around them.

Touching listlessly, images of then, wishing to
be able to go back in time right now, again.

Innocence of pure heart's beauty sits placatingly
in minds today.

Reminiscing and watching life blossom before eyes
of snowy purity and echoes of love throughout
fate's insistence, with equality meted out unevenly.