Blossom-Filled Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking along blossom-filled lanes of memories, thankful
for having had so many good ones throughout our lives,
seeing the goodness that nature provides for us on earth.

Feeling loved and cared for from on high, a glorious
feeling of gratitude and thanksgiving, taking notice
of all that has been given.

Usually happening later in life - in our senior years,
because when younger we're too busy with school, work,
jobs, children and family.

Not having too much time to stop and reminisce, a shame
that cannot be dismissed, only acknowledged and thought
about momentarily, then gone in the atmosphere of just
living life.