Blossoming Of Youth Reflected Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seeing reflections through windows of my mind, a child
sitting on a swing, looking around at nature, feeling
the peace that enters her totally as that child is with-
in her only.

Running free, climbing trees, jumping, skipping, running
everywhere, no time for walking, taking steps into the
future, gathering so many pictures upon photographic
screens.

Saving them for a purpose unknown back then, now knowing
why and how to use them through writing poetry, a total
blossoming of youth being reflected in the windows of my
mind today and placed in poems.