Knowing One Day.... Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quietly sitting for moments of time writing alone, while
my Grandkids go outside to ride their bikes and play in
the mud.

Delightful exercises they thoroughly enjoy when outdoors,
glancing out the window periodically to make sure every-
thing is alright.

Conscious of time flying by, knowing one day I will no
longer be here to play, encourage, love and be with them,
tears fill my mind like salt sprinkled on a meal.

Only this meal is for my mind and filled to overflowing
with many loving tears for my wonderful, innocent Grand-
kids whom I love so much.

Knowing tearfully that one day, not too long from now,
they will be shedding little tears of sorrow for their
dearly loved Grandma.

Always being here for them through every sickness, heart-
ache, let-downs and at times abandonment by friends, al-
ways welcoming them with my hugs and words of wisdom.

Songs and poems of love that I create for each of them in
turn, a memory that will be in the future of their little
lives.

Thinking about this lies heavily on my mind, loving and
compassionate heart, so sorry that I will be bringing this
tremendous sadness into their lives.

It's something not of my choosing, I would rather never die
than to see them hurting and missing me, but it will never-
theless come to pass eventually.