RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking through an icicle forest, touching it's brevity
in sights of melting drops, falling to the ground.
Coldness surrounding visions, giving them crystal-clear
clarity as I watch them slowly thaw in thought.
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Traveling on edges of yesterday's playgrounds when young.
Surfing pretend waves, sliding down the slide into an
ocean of sharks.
Only to be the best surfer on the waves as a game of
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Holding my youngest granddaughter, looking into her eyes
with a heart filled with love.
Seeing lights reflected in her eyes from a disco ball and
light, as she sat mesmerized in a trance.
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Circling life, watching it's sorrow flow into my heart with
tears of tender grief from people who've died and left this
earth of mine bereft.
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Falling asleep, drifting into silent dreams, white with snow,
making me cold and shivering as if it was really the coldness
of reality.
Walking against the tides of yesterday's promises, taking all
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Running and falling hundreds of times in imagination,
having fun racing my sons when they were much younger.
Riding bikes around Phoenix, going to the gym and
playing tennis and raquetball, together we were and
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Listening to beautiful articulate
melodies flow upon my space in time.
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Grandparents are very special people.
They need to know you care about them as much as they care about you.
Their lives are kind of lonely, so your happy smile brings them cheer.
Special ways you love them brings a tear of joy - added to their smile.
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One small bank of clouds in an entire blue sky,
focusing themselves right in the pane of an
upper window.
Looking down upon earth, watching a slight breeze
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