RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sorrow's Rehearsal - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tragic times of sorrow's rehearsal built like a
within a mind of memory.
Stalling for minutes that will never be repeated
this side of life.
Thinking of delicate moments in the end of family
and friends, as they are gently being taken right
Grief fills our eyes with their passing, our hearts
break into pieces of once valuable china decorations,
that can never be fixed or repaired while we are
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