Care Of Self Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Remembering life as it used to be when younger,
carefree and filled with vibrant energy.

Always on the go, living every moment as if it
were going to be my last.

Doing everything that I could, flying, soaring,
sky diving, anything with an element of danger.

The more danger the better the challenge, just
living on edges, always starting fires within.

Never letting life pass me by, wanting to ex-
perience everything right now.

Driving my parents crazy at times, but they were
so good, letting me do what I wanted to.

Knowing that they could always trust me no matter
what it was that I did.

Being too busy anyway I think, with all my sisters
and brother.

Taking care of them, knowing that I could take care
of myself.