RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Looking Back


Looking through the eyes of a child, watching the wrinkles
of life take over faces of love.

Settling back, feeling so tiny, rocking in an antique chair,
seeing the world in a special sphere, wondering what lies
in store in future years.

There are so many tranquil hours sitting under the grape
vines, eating grapes - seeds and all!

Enjoying moments of recall, wishing to go back in time and
relive it all over again, expecting everything to be the
same.

Gathering together family members, all sitting under the
vines of life, speaking fervent Italian.

Passionate, using their entire bodies to make a point or
argue a position.

Italian, flowing as a small child, sitting in a rocking
chair wondering at how quickly it all passed.

Submitted: Monday, May 05, 2014

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Looking Back by RoseAnn V. Shawiak )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

New Poems

  1. Shipping Container, Marshall Gass
  2. Smell the Flowers, Joseph Narusiewicz
  3. Low Performances, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  4. Trivial Pursuits, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  5. "These doodles help me...", Jeff Gangwer
  6. "In a manner of speaking...", Jeff Gangwer
  7. "Can I just...? ", Jeff Gangwer
  8. SLEEPING NIGHT, Egbe Chris
  9. Doorways / Points of Access, Jeff Gangwer
  10. "...on the hook", Jeff Gangwer

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]