RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silhouettes of another day, sliding below earth,
where they will set on another horizon, awakening
others to an individual morning, new and tantalizing.
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Sitting at my younger son's dining room table, writing
in my usual position no matter where I happen to go.

Today being Easter, we are all together as always,
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True hearts are not caught on material things, only the
simple little things count in life.

A fulfilling and sensuous nature, waiting within, natural
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Summer roses reminding me of weddings, love and funerals,
red showering us with scented meaning of love throughout
our lives.
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Walking through the desert on trails of wildlife that
already live there and have worn a path they use every
day.
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Loving friends and times we have together,
a joy to be with them all.

We have an unconditional love going on
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Praying for all of our soldiers here in the good ol'
U.S.A., wanting them to know how much we appreciate
their service for us all.
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Waiting for time to come around, letting me relax
after a day filled with futility and the anxiety
of living.
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Watching life's cycle circulate, seeing blessings that
have fallen on family members.

Always thanking God for our close-knit family, praying
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Stretching interior senses to benefit thoughts and
sensations that continually and constantly fill my
being.
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