Steel - Stringed Guitars Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Steel - Stringed Guitars



Getting on nerves of steel, playing them like a steel -
stringed guitar filled with the beauty of rhythm, being
seen incessantly in visions that only can be found and
deciphered by this poet.

Being a part of something larger in life, someday soon
being present at a ceremony, accepting the Nobel Peace
Prize.

Not just for writing and composing, but also for many
ideas of improving life for all of mankind, especially
for the poor and unfortunate, like in family when so
much younger.

Knowing the desperation of an empty stomach, seeing my
mother crying late at night because she couldn't give
us much of anything.

Yet, she provided us with more love than anyone with
millions of dollars could afford.

Mom gave us all of herself and asked for nothing in
return from us.

We also gave of ourselves and loved her totally and
entirely throughout our lives.

Even now after her death so many years ago, it has
taken her essence from all of us, and yet she still
lives on in our memories.

Even death cannot take her completely from us, there will
always be a part of her in each of our heart's and mind's
lives forever.

Sunday, September 7, 2014
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