Grandmother Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life once filled with laughter, joy, family and happiness,
now lying in memories, glory days and youth now gone, sit-
ting alone, looking at pictures.

In the silence of an empty house, knowing her children have
their whole life ahead of them yet, for her knowing there
are no more moments to be held like before.

Life is at it's end, she cannot celebrate what it used to be
or have like before, in the silence of aging, remembering
joy of bygone days with a bittersweet knowledge.

Forever ended, looking to tomorrow's horizon, seeing very
little left to experience or enjoy, going through pictures
and albums of those whose lives have continued without her.
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