Instilled Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Instilled Images



Yesterday's tears return when I think of their beginnings,
fulfilling inner grief left me when my parents died.

No more memories to create my lifetime into the future, I
am bereft without them.

Forever, their images are instilled in my mind, yet can
never come alive and be a part of my life again on earth's
shores.

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