Painted In The Past Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Painted In The Past



Paintings, portraits pained in the past are
now coming back into my mind.

Wondering where they are now hanging, if
they are still being treasured or not today.

Remembering painting each one, every stroke
and which way I applied them.

Nothing ever escapes this mind throughout life
because I remember everything good and bad.

Wednesday, July 15, 2015
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