RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Mom? Mom?
I am calling you from the very depths of my soul - my being.
Death won't let you answer and I can feel it's icy chill come
down upon me.
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The sadness is so deep, nothing can soothe it.
Nothing can touch it.
The emptiness is so total - nothing can penetrate it.
All eight of us children and Dad can feel it each on our own.
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A picture hanging on the wall - no one here at all.
Only memories alive within my mind.
The real person has died and left only an image to
dwell on once in a while.
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Pangs of loneliness, piercing, destroying inner tranquility.
Fear of losing someone drains the life from beings.
Holding on, looking for hope in anything,
wanting to have faith, trying to have it -
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My memory is embedded in my soul, therefore I can never
forget you my friend.
I will love you always, even after my death has taken us
from each other's sight.
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Deportment of life is a solitary puzzle -
it cannot be completed.
Buildings and statues stand as memorials, but of what?
After people who've made them and those they were a
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The star of my life has disappeared from sight.
Gone beyond boundaries of this mortal life,
succumbed to heavenly departure.
Crying, wishing, feeling the emptiness left behind, wanting
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Reaching into the deepest abyss I can touch,
feeling it's emptiness and despair.
It is quite roomy, no light at all,
stifled, not pleasant in any way.
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Backyard memories sit quietly peaceful,
waiting to be remembered on still dark nights.
A sound, an odor, a familiar scene, bring to mind an
image or picture of a special event.
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Rhythms breaking over mind and intellect in an end-
less beating of waves that stomp upon the surface of
the ocean, never falling through or below it.
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