Alone In A Parlor Of Aging Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Alone In A Parlor Of Aging
Living in trusted memories, watching images of the past in many
beautiful thoughts, enjoying feelings of love and being cared
for when younger.
Sounds of glee and laughter filtering through moments of living
this life, every day waking and creating new memories to carry
and store away on photographic screens within.
To be savored in the future when sitting alone in the parlor of
an aging being, holding onto them in the ending of this human
life on earth.
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5/7/2024 12:59:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
What a lovely song - that's what this poem - a song in minor key - it grows quieter with each stanza and mire grateful. I love the fullness of feeling in the image SITTING ALONE IN THE PARLOR OF AN AGING BEING, the tenderness of that IMAGE is so consoling. There's no negativity here, but I sense a very human wistfulness about things ending, inevitably ending.