Windows Of Remorse Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Windows Of Remorse



Watching reflections in windows of memories,
glancing into the past with eyes wide open.
Touching past feelings and seeing glimpses
of hereditary history in it's making.
Being grateful for all I've had through life.
After everything is said and done, family is
all we ever really have and hold onto.

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