Mama Rocking To Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traveling light, only taking a few supplies, wanting to
be free to do whatever is wanted, taking this poet into
fields of roses.

Blossoming and spreading cheer from one end of the place
to the other, enjoying rhythms as this mama rocks the
night away.

Thrilling to the adrenaline, lifting spirits to other
dimensions, never failing to move these rhythms into
the universe without any effort at all.

Tripping along the way stepping to the poem that's
written down, wind and rain all flowing into the poet-
ical music being composed.

Quickly and positively, all at once, feeling exacting
fluidity that's being blown, taking attitudes into a
peaceful environment as it fits into spheres of a photo-
graphic memory.