RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Memories Unfold Their Hands
In the back of a mind, so many memories fill the thinking span of
Saddened times no longer here, are still touching strings inside a
Gently weeping through the years, of times remembered in the past.
Softly, echoes call from heavenly causes held inside, awaiting the
inevitable touch of associated love attached to them.
Memories, so deep, so sad, gently unfold their hands, to allow the
good and loving times to touch and heal all the hurts and sorrow.
So we may again clasp the hands of memory in sweetened prayer tomorrow.
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