RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

9201. Loneliness Taunts 3/23/2014
9202. Maturity Of Being 3/24/2014
9203. Changing Recognition 3/25/2014
9204. Levels Of Achievement 3/25/2014
9205. Living Outside It All 3/25/2014
9206. Unretaliated Fear 3/25/2014
9207. Forgetting Reasons 3/25/2014
9208. Silence Dropping 3/25/2014
9209. Uncoordinated Qualities 3/25/2014
9210. Foreign Possession 3/25/2014
9211. Good Morning 3/23/2014
9212. Heaven's Night 3/23/2014
9213. From A Distance 3/23/2014
9214. Silence 3/25/2014
9215. Different Levels 3/25/2014
9216. Dying Fragments 3/25/2014
9217. Last Moment 3/25/2014
9218. Eternity Of Life 3/25/2014
9219. Controlling Others 3/25/2014
9220. Finding The Straightest Paths 3/24/2014
9221. Taking Notice 3/22/2014
9222. Soul Relinquishing 3/13/2014
9223. Quietly Busy 3/13/2014
9224. Realizing Treasures 3/25/2014
9225. Innocent Child 3/25/2014
9226. Palm Trees 3/25/2014
9227. New Directions 3/25/2014
9228. Unchosen Thoughts 3/25/2014
9229. Moment In Time 3/25/2014
9230. Motions 3/25/2014
9231. Traversing Lonely Pathways 3/25/2014
9232. Filling Love 3/25/2014
9233. Lone, Cold Thoughts 3/25/2014
9234. Valley Of Life 3/25/2014
9235. Fiesta Bowl Parade 3/25/2014
9236. Watching A Parade 3/25/2014
9237. Parade's Pageantry 3/25/2014
9238. Writing Fulfills A Need 3/25/2014
9239. Pleasant Inner Music 3/25/2014
9240. Sad Recognition 3/26/2014
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

Mom? Mom?

Mom? Mom?
I am calling you from the very depths of my soul - my being.
Death won't let you answer and I can feel it's icy chill come
down upon me.
Wanting to hear your voice, to see your eyes, to hear you
laugh - nothing happens and your silence continues to begin.
It is unbearable - the sadness, pain and deep emptiness pull
me down into the blackest despair.
There is no one I can turn to, as slowly, I turn over and die

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