RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Past Visions - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Intelligent beings speaking and singing Italian, a treasure held close to my heart, playing it's strings of remembrance so tenderly, missing parents who've gone to heaven not so long ago.
Journeying down paths of bereavement, looking at past visions of beauty and closeness with family ties, holding us together through the years.
Memories happy and filled with bittersweet joy, titilate inner feelings as smiles fill faces, even though tears are streaming down cheeks of an Italian family member.
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