RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rocking altogether to a country-western melody,
allowing seniors to line dance and enjoy the
lyrics.
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Olden days, when I was just a child, Chubby Checkers
and his twist, now being played for us seniors.

Watching those who can still do it, is quite a sight.
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Curling lines on top of
horizontal and vertical lines,
cresting ingenious patterns,
filling interior sight.
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Quiet remorse tabulating in my mind, setting joy aside,
moments at a time.

Lifting eyes towards heaven, wanting to lift spirits,
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Writing through the iciness of lonely abandonment,
always stepping on layers of ice, falling through
and never staying above it's freezing temperatures.
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On a Thursday evening, picking up Dad and taking him with
us to TGIF's for dinner.

Ordering dinner and enjoying the atmosphere, it's our son's
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Another waltz to slow down the beating hearts of
the seniors.

Giving them a much needed rest from all the fast
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In a vast wilderness of personnel and jargon.

Waiting on edges of stairs, hoping and praying
for major miracles.
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Silently talking in another whisper of higher intellect,
collating the benefits of ancient history being
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Talented people sitting around,
waiting their turns to sing songs
on an evening filled with karaoke.
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