RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Running after emotions as they rush into plains of exuberance,
bowling over everything in the way of turmoil.
Giving of self in every corner, yet not trusting anyone to
treat life with the dignity it deserves.
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Holding my granddaughter in my arms, sound asleep.
Kissing her forehead gently so as not to wake her up.
Heart swelling with love beyond itself, eyes stinging from tears of joy.
God touching our souls as one, our granddaughter, full of the Holy Spirit - leading her through life and guiding her according to God's love.
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Saturating my mind with happiness as a beer barrel polka
is played harmoniously by an accordion player named Todd.
Filling us all with pleasure and taking away our aches
and pains for moments in time.
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Painting nature's vision onto inner canyon walls where
I can forever see them at any moment I recall.
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Yesterday's life has disappeared into a haze of memories
to take out on particularly lonely days.

Present times always seem to intermingle with what we've
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Trees of affection, waving in an early morning breeze,
touching my soul with a gentle reprieve.

Solemnly caressing feelings of happiness, calming
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Stilted, stretching, finding escapes of old age in dancing
rhythms of fate.
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Last impressions fit just right, etched into by brain's
imagination.
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Interchanges in life, continually moving through my mind,
never dissipating, always being right in the center of
thoughts.
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