Forgetting To Think Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silence of sadness fits me to a tee, as I sit here mired in an ocean of my tears.
Staring at them, feeling their softness cut my heart time and again,
watching their essence of blue, as I remember heaven's garden and God's blue roses.
Wanting to pick one and bring it to earth as a reminder that God cares about me - His little child.
Being human, I can't always see or feel it and forget to think in times of desperation, to know He is waiting patiently for me to do what He has asked.