Holding Our Existence In Pure Innocence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Radio bringing back a song of when we were young,
it still has the same tender feelings coming to
the surface as the music continues to play.

Bursting apart the wonder of curiosity and moments
that were ever-lasting, or so we thought at the
time.

Reason and logic having held on through the years,
holding our existence in those pure innocent times
of growing and maturing.

A time in yesterday's timetable that can still be
remembered in a loving, caring way, such a beautiful
and pure melody of wonder.