RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Grandma's Presence - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Intensely feeling the presence of Grandma, sitting
beside me, enjoying a little performer, music doctor,
singing an Italian song.
Italian dialect, over the skyways, meshing with our
hearts even though separated by death and it's blank,
unseeing horizon of the past.
Sensing our lives touching in words, melody, rhythm,
being brought back together for a moment in time.
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