Reminiscent Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sentimental morning, I am awakened by your timid
persistence in my mind.
Disallowing sleep, jumping onto escalators,
attempting to reach the highest number of images
contained in one moment.
Settling in, sipping a hot cup of tea, thinking
of good things done in bygone days.
Reminiscing shadows, quietly sitting on the floor
around me, awaiting their turns to appear and
bring good cheer and happiness into poetry.