RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 123,027 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

561. Thanksgiving With Family 2/14/2013
562. Tiers Of Joy 2/14/2013
563. Unchanged Societies 2/14/2013
564. April Shower 2/14/2013
565. Step Out Of The Box 2/14/2013
566. Fertile Minds 2/14/2013
567. Ideas From Childhood 2/14/2013
568. Forlorn Families 2/14/2013
569. Soul Centering 2/14/2013
570. An Emptiness 2/14/2013
571. Life's Beginnings 2/14/2013
572. Reminding Sights 2/14/2013
573. Recomposing 2/14/2013
574. Quester Of Knowledge 2/14/2013
575. Undoing Strings 2/14/2013
576. Side Paths 2/15/2013
577. Pull Self Up 2/14/2013
578. Expected Horizons 2/15/2013
579. An Exploratory Mind 2/15/2013
580. Fiber Of The Soul 2/15/2013
581. Grasping Eyes 2/14/2013
582. Pockets Of Imagination 2/15/2013
583. Artful Poetry 2/15/2013
584. Mathematical Nature 2/15/2013
585. Forwarding Life 2/15/2013
586. Mind Snapping 2/15/2013
587. Sorrow's Spell 2/14/2013
588. Inner Senses 2/14/2013
589. Unfolding Musically 2/15/2013
590. Eternal Maturity 2/13/2013
591. Desert Grave 2/13/2013
592. Deadline 2/13/2013
593. Mom's Love 2/13/2013
594. Unfounded Rumors 2/13/2013
595. Writing More 2/13/2013
596. Turbulent Life 2/13/2013
597. Nature's Rocky Ways 2/13/2013
598. Tracing Destinations 2/13/2013
599. A Young Person 2/13/2013
600. Light Of Life 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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