Poverty Of The Soul Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Regaining composure as I listen to silent melodies
before me in lightened rhythms being played on a key
board.
Remembering Peggy, with tearful joy, hoping that she
is enjoying her new life above.
Knowing loved ones are having a hard time existing here
on earth without her love.
Lost and forsaken, finding their way through the long
lamented road of poverty of the soul, caused by loss
of a loved one.
Deserted and alone, walking arid desert plains, not
knowing where to turn here on earth.
Heart going out to them, prayers being said every day,
hoping they can live again through her music.
Playing grief out in many melodies from stages of
different places in Phoenix.
(11: 15 p.m. - 11/16/13)