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