Heredities Sad Treasures Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Secret sadness flows throughout my soul's mind tonight,
final moments remembered of my Mom's death and all other
close relatives.

I believed life could not progress without them, yet some-
how it has.

Saddened wonder, saddened curiosity fills me at times, yet
I know there will be no answers forthcoming.

Lifeless, hanging to the little strands of hope held out
each day, wishing instead to fall within and never see
this earthly world again for it is too sad to begin.

Again with tell-tale pain of sorrow, everything takes on
new meaning, novel levels of experience take over from
somewhere I've never known before.

Treasures lighting my mind, taking time to focus unloving
heredity in awesome places.

Counting on special graces received from above when life
is finally done.