Attuned To Past Relatives Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soothly rinsing my soul with easy melodies of life as
I stray down pathways of yesterday's sorrowful lights,
beckoning to me from images of long ago.
Forgotten? Never.
As I travel through life, listening to the beat of my
drum, I feel strangely attuned to beats of all past
relatives, echoing our memories so I'll never forget
them either.
Life is a series of reminders based on happier times,
now thought of with gentle sorrow.