Gem Stones Of Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soothing melodies climbing into my lap, cuddling
against my tender heart, still encapsulated in
childhood dreams of pretending imagination.

Anticipating patterns being designed and set in
gem stones of intellect, being kept intact for
another try at being enclosed in a dream, is
being evolved into reality of my future.

All promise in the past is now being fulfilled
by the wishes of a grown-up child, no longer
afraid to step out into the light and grasp what
has been waiting there from the start of life,
in it's beginning stances of conception.