RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Physical handicaps can be readily seen, yet what about
the minds hidden within the people striving to exist.

Solid ideas, created in different forms, being acknow-
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Tingling inside, finding a new sensation building ever higher
into the realms of peaceful indignation, coming to a close at
the ending of each period of substance within.
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Going back to a place frequented daily in the past saddens
us, memories are happy, yet instantly bring tears to our
eyes, because they are no longer alive.
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Watching my Aunt sitting at the kitchen table, so fragile, so
small, steeped in sorrow.

Concentrating on eating her enchiladas, eyes cast down upon
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Receding into the background, hoping to disappear from
sight, living on edges of another time, wishing to be
back there again.
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Memories of old come unbidden to mind
when music awakens them with notes in time.

Realizing that they are being thought of
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Our Dad, a Naval World War II vet and hero, Father and Grandpop, died last night.
At eighty three, he fulfilled his life's mission with
seven daughters and one son.
A life always filled with spontaneity and unending work.
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Forces of destiny play their parts in our minds
and hearts, taking us by the hand to unknown
parts of our world, physically and emotionally.
Curbing our desires, our innate spirits take
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Knowing nothing of what is going on, yet I am not trusted by one I love.
Tangling up my mind like ivy growing wild, there is no sense in being meek and mild.
Everyone else is allowed to have free will, when I try - I am despised.
Forever sending away things which are held dear - noting everything is carried away by other people's dreams -
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Tears falling under midnight skies, scrapping against
the rawness of newly acquired abandonment.

Carelessly gave trust away and have been badly hurt
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