Memories In Aging Senior Years Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching as people get up and dance all the way to the
dance floor with smiles on their faces, traipsing down
measures of chords being brought together.

Being totally synchronized and felt in our bones as we
listen carefully in this evening twilight, capturing
the energy as we continue to be led down hallways.

Landscapes that have been left behind through the years
as reminders of our having been there in the past, loving
to go back and reminisce.

Feeling the closeness of those who we still love very
much, but are now gone from sight, and our lives in the
present.

Caressing our memories incessantly through the years,
especially now in aging senior years when alone and by
ourselves.