RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Thundering reminders of a life lost when just a child.
Footsteps silently walking through my mind, taking me
past visions that I can no longer be a part of.
They have all been changed - rearranged by death's
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Tasting the changes happening all around me without
forgetting to leave lasting impressions to remind
me of what needs to be done.
Always writing and listening to music, happily
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Sitting in an exam room, blinds closed to the outside
world, with only little particles of sunlight able to
find their way in, standing silently against one wall,
fulfilling their purpose in life's station.
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Laughter still ringing in my ears and through my mind,
of last night's play time with my Granddaughter.
Playing with small, little balls on the table, belly
laughs abounding.
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Etched in my mind are pictures of life held in
treasured videos and kept safe from harm.
Strolling through all the visions being portrayed,
taking snapshots of the ones I totally adore and
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Tapping out rhythms to write to, riding through the
desert of my soul, capturing the essence of life as
I sit in the saddle.
Alone, in a world - a universe of my own - where I
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Rushing through hallways, looking about as I flee
into the night, nothing holding me, being freer
than the birds flying through the air.
Soaring above earth, feeling the wind beneath
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Lives of people you've never known, at times touch
yours head on.
Finding out the trials and suffering they've gone
through is totally amazing and at times heart-
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Sitting at the senior center writing and listening
to a song given to me by two gentlemen from Nashville
who absolutely love my poetry and want to put it to
music, sending me a contract to sign so they can begin.
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Soft and sentimental, music flows over me,
soothing frayed nerves and being gentle to
a heart that is so fragile of late.
Touching heart-strings with notes from a
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