RoseAnn V. Shawiak Daughters Poems

Oldest Daughters

Bright orange sun, burning into my memory as slowly,
darkness begins to overtake it, putting it to bed.

A welcome sign this evening as I go to see my Aunt

Mountains Missing Their Sons And Daughters

Noticing desert landscapes up and down the street where I live
in Phoenix, saguaros, ocotillos, barrel and jumping cacti all
beckoning this mind's poetical essence.

Dad's Seven Daughters

Enjoying this song from childhood, 'Sherry Baby', listening
to it continually on a 45 rpm record, my sisters and I to-
gether, driving Dad crazy, he couldn't stand it.

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