Circles Of Memory Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strolling down lanes of sorrow, watching images crying
in the distance, as rivers of tears run rampant over
my heart.
It's beating echoes within silent grief of yesterday.
Photos of meaningful adventures in life follow me
around in ever widening circles of memory.
Wishing for times of past years to come again - to
view with edges, just a little clearer - every scene
that comes alive in saddened cheer.
Death can hit hard enough to knock me out for life
unless I hold onto threads of hope and faith.