Growing Interior Solitude Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking through forests of my mind, remembering childhood
in New Jersey and wishing at times it could be relived.

Only good times through the peace of nature as I played
in our vast front yard, climbing trees, eating their
fruits right from branches, hanging from their limbs
and letting go.

An exquisite and exciting time when younger and innocent,
allowing Mother Nature to take me into her arms, tenderly
take care of my being as I grew into and became one with
her nature, loving the peace and guidance nature has taught
me through the years.

If only every child could have such a perfect education,
they would have an interior solitude held within their
souls to get them through the hard times and turmoil that
happens to everyone in life's existence.