RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Storm clouds drifting across my mind's sight,
indelibly etching their patterns and formations
in my brain.
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Stepping onto moonlit horizons with a heart of love
held closely by another.
Tenderly, gently, dancing in rhythms of each other
for time's beginnings, finalized here at the end of
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Alive and well, calmly facing life with faith and hope - hope that there will be a tomorrow on my horizon.
One where I can watch my grandchildren grow up and see my sons be the best Dad's in the world, providing for their every need along the way,
as their pathways are created each day anew.
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Long lasting memories of your eyes meeting and hugging
mine.
Straddling fences, going for walks, talking, all spent
in time, holding hands and eyes of one another.
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Strutting down pathways of sleepless joy, wandering
wherever I happen to find myself.
Spreading a blanket and having a picnic at the
expense of my soul.
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Shores of life hug fate as it sways and ebbs with
tidal waves.
Never resting, always on the move, fitting into
any situation.
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My Mom is my best friend - I can talk to her about anything.
Whether it's real or make-believe, Mom is there and she listens.
All those years of waiting in line for some attention - now grown-up and can see her alone just about whenever I want.
What I missed as a child doesn't matter so much anymore, because now my Mom is my best friend.
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Expressing many feelings in moments of repressive rhythms, telling all in verses of mystery.
Coinciding memories of images, still forming in a mind without any repreive.
Still causing so much misery in friendships without meaning to.
Holding others hostage in her emotional barriers, pushing them away, yet holding on for dear life to their existence in her pathway,
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Character being strengthened in moments of togetherness,
elated by happiness formed in friendships all around me.
Alone, in a crowd, writing solo emotions and thoughts
for posterity.
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