Marbles Of Yesterday Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Marbles rolling around in my mind,
touching memories and images of yesterday.

Playing my mind like a pin ball machine,
with no regard to a sorrowful heart.

Joyfully recalling good times when younger,
catching on barbs of remembering, causing
tears to flow as a memorial of love, lost
long ago in death's embrace.

Marring the view and disturbing the image
into a blur of feeling - a heavy heart
trying to stand alone.