Lasting Keepsake Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reflections seen through mirrors are nothing like the
ones I see through photographic screens interiorly,
memories full and entire treasuring every feature.

Facial expressions, gestures, moments of love, tears
falling, sorrow growing, a lasting treasure chest of
keepsakes that I cherish constantly.

Placing them all into poems, remembering them vividly
like videos in my mind, always finding them tenderly
gentle, beautiful and forever mine until sharing them
with the world in poetry.