Sitting Alone Together Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seeds that have been sown through our love grow and continue
to blossom throughout the years, children grown and with
families of their own.

Watching our Grandchildren now learning what true and un-
conditional love should be like, hoping and praying that
each will find an absolute love of their own.

Nurturing their own children one day, praying for just
that as we two sit alone together here at home, looking
into one another's eyes.

Our hearts still as full of love as the first day we set
eyes on each other, talking quietly of the years we've had
together, now looking into our last horizon.

Wondering which one of us will be the first to leave this
earth and walk into the darkness of death, alone for the
first time in many, many years.