Ancient Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sunshine shading me with brilliant color,
blending and fading into shadows of delight.

A delicate pattern, falling upon desert ground,
lacing memories with satin braids, holding them
carefully lest they break.

Opening at times to relieve the pressure of past
grief, laughing and crying at the exact time.

Flowing with tears down softened faces of age,
filled with an ancient wisdom of all things
sorrowful.