Two Silhouettes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Two Silhouettes



Two silhouettes standing by the Christmas tree, playing
saxophones.

Full of rhythm, sounding great, sitting back to listen,
taking a break from typing.

Two silhouettes have grown up quite a bit, remembering
when they were not too long ago, baby silhouettes crawling
around on the floor under the Christmas tree.

Enjoying immensely, their private concert, I sit back,
listening intently, amazed, because the two silhouettes
are my own sons.

(3: 11 p.m. - 12/31/90)

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