RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Looking back into beyond, before the war began, hoping and praying that Saddam would have some particle of human decency and not let it happen or begin.
Anxiously awaiting words of reason and peace as President Bush's deadline crept increasingly closer with every passing second.
Trying to not let hope be defeated with negative thoughts or words, silent or spoken out loud.
Looking towards the eastern horizon, sitting and waiting for messages of unity and peace.
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Feelings of hope and joy alight in clarity on a Mom filled with love for her two sons.
All the world is lit up when they are with her, their independence and freedom as adults are held closely in her unconditional heart.
Tears spill about her face, happy and sad at the same moments in time,
knowing life is constantly moving with no way to stop or slow it down.
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Cracking through walls of life,
breaking down barriers of trust
and friendship, comes rumor.
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Always lying on his back to fix a broken automobile.
Standing vans upon jacks, so everyone beware!
Taking care that every part decides to fit somewhere, patiently he works 'til everything is in place.
Fighting with parts that refuse to go in certain places - he usually ends up cursing.
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Sitting at the hearth of America's freedom, knowing and feeling our freedom deep within our souls.
Our national fire warming the rest of the world, sharing embers of democracy with any country who wants to accept and hold freedom close.
Ideals of our forefathers remain true to us today - we always struggle to keep them before us, even in this new immoral population moving with us into this twenty-first century.
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Puddles lying on the ground reflecting things around them.
Splashing apart when passers-by ride upon them and closing back up slightly smaller until another arrival.
Night and day reflect within and children's faces fall within it's shiny grasp.
Only to have their little feet jump and splash their reflecting pictures in the street.
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Sadness flowing from a heart,
going down river in a steady motion
taking my life with it to foreign shores.
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Staring inward, looking for peaceful endeavors to
latch onto.
Wondering afar - deep into labyrinths and abysses
of child-held faith.
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