Infancy Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Glancing backwards through ageless memories, a strange
sweetness, tenderness falls within.

Foreign feelings felt nervously, standing still in time,
images staying just out of reach, not wishing to match
up with the feelings.

As if shaking hands for the first time in all of life
with yourself, totally unbidden, unheedingly, they slip through into today, awaiting recognition.

Velvet soft, pleasant, reaching through the ages to
touch tenderly, particles of mind called youth, feeling
only what can be felt through eternity, lying gently in
a crib.