History Repeating Itself Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Little girls talking, laughing, teasing their older
brother who seems to be taking it good naturedly so
far anyway.

Giggling, mother trying to keep them calm, but they
cannot stop laughing, tears in their eyes, looking
at one another.

Enjoying this little display of family closeness and
having fun together like when I was young and care-
free before life hit me full on.

Becoming timid and shy, not talking to anyone, history
seems to be repeating itself because life has hit me
with all kinds of turmoil.

Once again, not wanting to talk or be around anyone,
preferring to be absorbed by the quietness of silence
and solitude.

Having measures of time in which to figure things out
once again for myself, looking up from writing and
seeing little girls talking, quieter now while eating.