Winter Always Upon Me Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pain of loss hurting me within, piercing my mind through
times of remembering in past memories.

Alive and vibrant, touching upon the bittersweet memories
deep inside.

Your love having taken all mine with you, I have nothing
left to give another, you were my all in life.

Seasons come and go, but winter is always upon me, bleak
and saddened, even when the sun is shining upon the snow.

As it glistens, it is a reminder of tears that continue to
fall in memories, because I'm missing you so much, my dear.