Waking Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sentimentality fills my being on this cold morning,
touching life caressingly, waking it from deepest
slumber held onto over night.

Watering down sorrow and easing it's pain through
dreams during twilight hours.

Whistling down lanes of yesterday, stirring up
erstwhile thoughts and using them today to astound
everyone with heartfelt poetry - singing it's song
of woe, until tomorrow springs forward with newly
acquainted forums.