Strumming Yesterday's Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Guitars strumming the memories of yesterday in lightened
rhythms as our minds dance in measures of tempos through-
out time.

Creating moments in the present, reliving those of the
past in our minds, looking to the future, hoping to find
the love they deserve in life.

Some finding it, others not, the lucky few being given
true and unconditional love, living lives of hope, faith
and promise until their final days.

When one or the other is taken by death, their life ceases
to exist on earth for them, yet they had it all in the love
of another's heart for a while.