RoseAnn V. Shawiak
RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
|8085.||Enticing Tomorrow's Existence||2/14/2014|
|8086.||Gift Of Poetry||2/14/2014|
|8088.||Empty Spaces Of Poetry||2/14/2014|
|8092.||Wide Open Spaces||2/15/2014|
|8093.||Waves Of Oil Paint||2/15/2014|
|8097.||Reaching For Concepts||2/15/2014|
|8098.||Mirrors Of Time||2/15/2014|
|8103.||A Heart's Belongings||2/15/2014|
|8115.||A Mind's Life||2/15/2014|
|8119.||A Soul's Silent Wisdom||2/15/2014|
|8120.||Vortexes Of Emotion||2/15/2014|
Life's Black Curtains
Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
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 ...
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.