RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rain falling into the world, nurturing it with an invisible
force, never letting it give in to humanity.

Watching everything as it grows and flourishes in and on
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This life of mine has been darkened by Tushar's death,
there is no light anywhere to be seen.

A void, deep, unfathomable, leaving me feeling abandoned
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Life has sinners and innocents all living together,
surprisingly, not defiling the purity of those who
follow God and believe in the sanctity of life.
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In sixty-five years of life, the best friend I've ever had,
has died a peaceful yet reluctant death here on this earth.

His spirit lives on, his heart is of mine, he will be missed
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Words are irrelevant now at this particular moment in
time, Tushar has gone on ahead of me into heaven, and
now is looking down upon earth.
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Tushar's life has ended on earth only to open another
chapter in a heavenly dimension, all love and honor
traveling with him on his continuing journey with God.
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All gathered together now in a reception room, food and
drink being provided by his brother, family and friends.

Everyone now talking, sharing stories of how Tushar has
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Succinct and triumphant, playing with rhythms trilling and
bouncing down chords of C major and E minor.

Strong, realistic, touching upon the childlike aspects of
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Praying incessantly for my friend, Tushar who is now on
a ventilator and been placed on a roto prone bed to help
him recover.
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Picking up pieces of my heart, broken by incessant heart-
ache that continues to rip me apart, wanting a miracle
to be created, to heal a true and close friend I love.
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