Memories Unfold Their Hands Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In the back of a mind, so many memories fill the
thinking span of time.

Saddened times no longer here, are still touching
strings inside a feeling heart.

Gently weeping through the years, of times remem-
bered in the past.

Softly, echoes call from heavenly causes held inside,
awaiting an inevitable touch of associated love attach-
ed to them.

Memories, so deep, so sad, gently unfolding their
hands, allowing 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.