RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 123,271 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

5721. Captured Images 12/16/2013
5722. Creative Force 12/16/2013
5723. Papers Of My Mind 12/16/2013
5724. Joyless Happenings 12/16/2013
5725. Crevices Of Recognition 12/16/2013
5726. Corrugating Values 12/16/2013
5727. Poetical Desire 12/16/2013
5728. Questions Of Being 12/16/2013
5729. Methods 12/16/2013
5730. Recurrent Themes 12/16/2013
5731. Stepping Upwards 12/16/2013
5732. Becoming Self 12/16/2013
5733. Stretching Glances 12/16/2013
5734. Undercover Melodies 12/16/2013
5735. Degrees Of Unlearnt Parchment 12/16/2013
5736. Filling Time 12/16/2013
5737. Etching Mind Walls 12/16/2013
5738. Nighttime Exits 12/16/2013
5739. Calculating Endeavors 12/16/2013
5740. Ocean's Of Winter 12/16/2013
5741. Edges Of Tomorrow 12/17/2013
5742. Recreating Ideas 12/17/2013
5743. Secret Intuition 12/16/2013
5744. Flaming Imagination 12/16/2013
5745. Looking Into Souls 12/16/2013
5746. Stations Of Life 12/16/2013
5747. Guarding Self 12/16/2013
5748. Perfumed Creativeness 12/16/2013
5749. Love's Carpet 12/16/2013
5750. Hand-Held Hearts 12/16/2013
5751. Peculiar Definitions 12/16/2013
5752. Curious Visions 12/16/2013
5753. Preference 12/16/2013
5754. Petals Of Death 12/16/2013
5755. Points Of View 12/16/2013
5756. Freedom Of Choice 12/16/2013
5757. Forming Words 12/16/2013
5758. Grandparent's Day 12/17/2013
5759. Interior Energizing 12/17/2013
5760. Pathway To Nirvana 12/17/2013
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 ...

Read the full of Life's Black Curtains

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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