Remembering Through Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Remembering screen doors slamming behind me as I ran
outside in the summer sun to run and play the day away.

Making mud pies and cakes, sharing them with sisters
and my brother.

Playing Barbie's all together with friends, using our
imagination as we played in the desert space we had to
ourselves.

Playing hot wheels with my baby brother, racing them
down desert hills and watching them crash.

Laughing at the antics of my brother because he was so
young and got so excited over little things.

Such a memorable time in childhood, all of us so close
together and never fighting, too busy playing.

Always sharing and loving one another unconditionally,
a truly special time always spent together.

Thankfully having both of our parents to appreciate us
all with their complete and absolute love.