RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

When winds of life blow through my mind, causing memories
and images to flap in the breeze, I remember with love
the life of my mother.
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Death steals our last sentences away before we can speak
them to our loved ones.

Left with loneliness and tears how can anyone go on?
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Life is calling constantly through nature's wonder and
beauty.

Breezes softly whispering, rays of light shining so
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Moving to the rhythms, enfolding me within their souls,
giving a happiness and cheer through their placement
of notes and tones within my heart.
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Blowing gently, leaves of my mind, with sounds of a
harmonica being played by my Mom throughout childhood.

Listening carefully as she played her favorite songs,
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Looking out into the future of nature, seeing it's
tenuous mountains, standing erect and protective
all around our thriving city.
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Looking up into a tree, it's branches looking deadened,
scratching these eyes with their forlorn presence.

Taking away, thinking of their beauty, once so much
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Sitting outside by the fountain, flowing with innate
energy around the pool surrounding it.
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Watching water flowing quickly in a circle around a
pool below the fountain.

Seeing it's energy being projected in the ripples
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Feeling all the pleasure being brought through the energy
of flowing waters.

Allowing me to watch how gentle winds can ripple, bubble,
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