Missing Ancestors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Missing Ancestors



Ancestors speak interiorly through their Italian
music, touching me emotionally with love, bringing
forth their caring and our youth once shared.

Missing everyone I grew up with, living now on
horizons with new ancestors of my own doing, I
await my time in heaven.

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