RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

921. A Child's Death 3/12/2013
922. Clouds Of Grief 3/12/2013
923. Marred Reflections 3/12/2013
924. Silent Crystal Tears 3/12/2013
925. Reaching Out Of Sorrow 3/12/2013
926. Memories And Reminders 3/12/2013
927. Special Gift 3/12/2013
928. Laden Trees 3/12/2013
929. Bereaved Thoughts 3/12/2013
930. Children's Spirits 3/12/2013
931. Remembering Danny 3/12/2013
932. Lives Suspended 3/12/2013
933. Looking Into 3/12/2013
934. Recreating Images 3/12/2013
935. Echoes Of Destiny 3/12/2013
936. Beyond Their Helicopter 3/12/2013
937. Images Beyond 3/12/2013
938. Imagination's Freeway 3/12/2013
939. Numb Faith 3/12/2013
940. Wishful Thinking 3/12/2013
941. Timid Soul 3/12/2013
942. Echoing 3/12/2013
943. Mundane Requirements 3/12/2013
944. Statues Of Stranded Thoughts 3/12/2013
945. Fleeing From Love 3/12/2013
946. Silencing Human Nature 3/12/2013
947. Reading My Mind 3/12/2013
948. Impossible Nightmare Becoming Reality 3/11/2013
949. Soulful Fingers 3/12/2013
950. Touching Gifts 3/13/2013
951. Tasting Poetry 3/13/2013
952. Confident In Being 3/13/2013
953. Hiding Within 3/13/2013
954. Folding Sadness 3/13/2013
955. Visiting Visions 3/13/2013
956. Healing Angels 3/13/2013
957. Missing Small Miracles 3/12/2013
958. Flowering Thoughts 3/12/2013
959. Surpassing Limits 3/13/2013
960. Definitions Of Existence 3/13/2013
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 ...

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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