Touching Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Searching memories of bygone days, looking for times spent by the ocean.
Retreats in Saddlebrook, New Jersey, with the church were exceptionally spiritual and calm.
Times with family in Wildwood every summer and Miami one year when I was five.
Peaceful, serene, close to God, listening even then for Him to whisper through the ocean's rhythmic waves to me.
Always feeling His presence, holding my soul closely so I'd never be lost or abandoned - by Him at least.
Quiet memories held close, never to let go off, even as I've become a
senior citizen.
Now I can look back and remember the way it was, as all images and visions come back to touch my heart and soul in unison, bringing bittersweet tears in bouquets of blue droplets into my mind today.