RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Birds chirping restlessly, looking towards the skies intermittently.
Leaves shaking as gentle winds move them with silent speed and wonder.
Trees ever moving, filled with grace, yet always standing in one place - one space to call their own for a lifetime.
So unlike we humans who are always moving, never standing still, yet have no place or space to call their own, for the city of Phoenix makes many people homeless.
With no chance to live, grow, nurture their own children like in days of old, when your home was yours to pass on to family forever.
Today, left to chance, circumstance and prayer, lives are transitionally changed with no where to call home - except maybe very temporarily, until the city of Phoenix again throws them out in the street.
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