Lifetimes Stored In Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life being separated by years in between childhood, teen-
ager, young adult, adult and being a senior finally, each
part has its meanings, experiences and circumstances.

Living and having memories stored for a lifetime of what
we used to have and do, now just being there for one an-
other as loved ones and friends die.

Gently leaving us behind, never leaving us a choice,
everything is being done at death's command, standing by
coffins, holding our loved ones.

Yet they are no longer here, it's just a shell of their
bodies to prove they were here once upon a time, going to
be buried or cremated now.

Never again to be seen on this earth, somehow those of us
who are left are still living our lives, albeit lonely, a
space, a void where once we were loved - until death took
them from us.