Purpose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sacrificing daily serenity for upheaval and great joy, we
enjoy our children and watch them play and grow.

Pride and love, encouraging them along the way, understanding
and caring for all little people wherever they happen to be
born is the obligation of all grown-ups, not only to their
parents.

Mentoring, teaching, listening to all children no matter whose
they are seems to me to be the purpose of everyone being here,
living on earth.

Future parents are being taught by us all in one way or another,
what have you done to aid this endeavor? Have you been fulfilling
your purpose in life, or have you failed until this moment?

To bring about change, eliminate gangs and violence, is up to
each of us right this minute.