Silent Troweling Mystery Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quivering like an arrow racing by itself,
being propelled through the morning atmosphere.
Situated on mountaintops, watching with renewed
interest at what is taking place before me.
Living on edges of eternity, recalling past
episodes of life with mixed regret and happiness,
finding no respite in between them.
Gathering piles of memories like photographs
and placing them in albums for remembrance.
Always being able to recollect and look through
them, especially on days of loneliness.
Bunching together, images taken when younger,
searching for them now as I grow older.
Wondering where they are, who has them now and
how will I trace them down?
Memorable photos etched permanently in my mind
with no tangible way to show them to anyone else.
A silent troubling mystery voicing itself within
me all these years.
No way to draw or express their beauty of family
and tradition.