Branches Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Branches
Wondering what this afternoon will bring, hanging from
branches within my mind.
Swinging to and fro, gradually trying to attain some
peace inside.
Feeling somewhat like a child playing, yet in my heart
knowing the adult inside may soon be crying.
Wondering what this afternoon will bring, hanging on
the edge of Dad's imminent eternity.
(2: 37 p.m. - 6/1/98)
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