Still, Quiet Remembering Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing about, thoughts gently look for recognition,
letting me notice them in my own time.

Coding each with a rhythm that fits them in their
attitudes and behaviors.

Still and quiet, finding each one to be superbly naïve
and innocent in depths of a childhood once upon a time.

Living now and again within each one as it is remembered
in times of happiness.

Loving this good time as I write so conscientiously in
this poetry journal.