RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 120,904 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

361. A Teenager 2/27/2014
362. A Thank You Gift 7/10/2014
363. A Thought 2/17/2013
364. A Tiger 8/20/2013
365. A Tiny Island 9/17/2014
366. A Tire Swing 2/7/2014
367. A Total Emptiness 12/5/2013
368. A Total Experience 1/19/2014
369. A Touching Rendition 12/21/2014
370. A Trance 1/15/2014
371. A Transistor Radio 7/23/2013
372. A Tree Growing In My Mind 2/13/2014
373. A Tree's Lifetime 12/7/2013
374. A Tribute To Innate Talent 11/5/2013
375. A Truant Heart 8/28/2013
376. A True Friend Always 10/23/2013
377. A Urologist 12/16/2013
378. A Valued Person 10/23/2014
379. A Vantage Point 10/27/2013
380. A Vast Wilderness 11/24/2013
381. A Verse Of Creation 9/29/2014
382. A Vision 11/15/2013
383. A Vision Set In Verse 11/26/2013
384. A Voice Of Intellect 10/4/2013
385. A Waiting Relief 8/24/2013
386. A Wakeful Dream 9/27/2013
387. A Watching Game 8/31/2014
388. A Western Bar And Restaurant 10/13/2013
389. A White Cross 10/11/2014
390. A Whole Lifetime 2/27/2013
391. A Wickenburg Judge 10/11/2013
392. A Window Of Thought 4/16/2014
393. A Windsock 5/27/2014
394. A Wonderful Time 11/3/2014
395. A Wondering Thought 5/15/2014
396. A Wondrous Couple 2/13/2014
397. A World Beyond 2/12/2013
398. A Yellow Balloon 9/12/2014
399. A Young Boy 9/14/2014
400. A Young Person 2/13/2013
Best Poem of RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life's Black Curtains

Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
with sorrow.

Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.

In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.

Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.

They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.

With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.

Sharing now that you are no longer ...

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Sadness

The sadness is so deep, nothing can soothe it.
Nothing can touch it.
The emptiness is so total - nothing can penetrate it.
All eight of us children and Dad can feel it each on our own.
Yet, even we can't ease the pain for each other.
Nothing has ever felt this way before.
And nothing is all we have to look forward to with Mom gone.

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