Biding Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Biding Time
Bottles staring at me out of their emptiness, stilling my heart and biding my time.
Sincerely missing what I had when young, hoping to find some little clue to guide me back to it with the love of family I had back then.
So many days of family as we sat under the grape arbors together.
Solemnly swearing to never leave our memories behind, even after our deaths have become finalized on earth.
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