Waving Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waving Memories



Palm fronds waving to me in a morning breeze, touching my memories, bringing them alive, watching their movement, enjoying their symmetry and poise.
Delicate, feathery fingers, combing my mind, giving me food for thought and contemplation.

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