Flying High In Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wide expanse of the Pacific Ocean lying beneath our jet
below for hours, measuring out time in the air by the
miles we traverse over it's width, depths and heights.

Special thoughts being held tenderly, gently, of times
spent swimming in it, picking up shells and trinkets
along the shore.

Playing in the sand, enjoying being with parents and
family for a day at the beach, flying high above it
now.

Recollecting happy memories of the good times we used
to have in the good old days, especially when younger
and full of life and happiness.