Preciously Holding Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking sorrow down lanes of reminiscence, projecting
lasting images onto screens of this mind.

Lending to visions, planting flowers that will soon be
blossoming as traveling past, alone in being, strolling
through longings and desires that have never been ful-
filled.

Burying their tears in crystal cases of beautiful opal and
gold, holding preciously, memories that once went with them
through the ears of growing up and childhood.