RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Leaving Something Of Self


Eclipsing life, standing at the doorway to eternity, hoping to
be here a while longer.

Looking into the twilight before my final sunset comes into
view, seeing so many things that I will never finish or
accomplish.

That is the way of this life here on earth, ending way before
you, yourself are done.

Giving everything throughout life, not taking from it things
not needed.

Just writing and being creative, trying to leave something of
myself behind for the ones I love so they can look up from
their sorrow, knowing that they were loved and that I wanted
to be with them longer than I was able to.

Hoping they will find something in my poetry to identify with
and keep in memories treasured and kept close to their hearts
and minds until we meet again in heaven.

Loving them all, yet seeing the future soon closing all around
me, closing my poetical book of life even though I haven't yet
finished it.

That is the way of this earthly life, what more can I say,
except I love you and say my final good-byes.

Taking leave and leaving all behind me, I will move forward
into God's light.

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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