Being Who We Were Was Enough Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Recalling moments of pleasure in the past when with family back
in New Jersey, playing with cousins, swimming, talking, sitting
on porches or under Italian grape arbors at Grandma's house.

What a great time we always had with Aunts, Uncles and Grand-
parents too, never thinking of tomorrow or what we were going
to become in the future.

It was enough just being who we were and totally loved by
family, growing up with our roots kept always intact through-
out the many years we had with one another.

Now that they have gone to the other side of the black cur-
tains we miss and think of them often with tears, bitter-
sweet memories and hearts of sorrow.