Thinking Often Of The Good Old Days Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strangers now coming into this poet's life more often,
wondering why that has come about, suddenly realizing
that since family members died, gone before us to God.

Now strangers are seemingly filling in for them, but it
will never be the same, thinking often of the good old
days, when we were all together.

Reliving their memories as we become more somber and
wanting to be with those we loved so very much, now
realizing they're gone, never to return to earth.

So now we walk away, turning our heads at times, looking
back and yet moving into the twilight ahead of us, await-
ing our presence at last.