RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Traveling on edges of yesterday's playgrounds when young.
Surfing pretend waves, sliding down the slide into an
ocean of sharks.
Only to be the best surfer on the waves as a game of
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Swinging, falling in love all over again,
an elderly couple dancing, holding one
another closely.
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Poverty steps into the future, bringing with it the past
and all it's present moments.
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Strings being pulled along my heart and mind,
touching lightly, reminders of long ago.

Reaching into depths of quiet solitude,
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Broken hearts, never able to be mended during childhood,
not understanding why a mother doesn't love her child.
What could've happened when she was born - her Daddy
was there waiting for her beautiful being to appear.
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Loving my heritage, Italian in nature, I reminisce of days from yesterday when our family was still all together, singing, laughing, loving in unison.
Happy to be alive and enjoying one another's company every chance we had to be together.
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Eyes of regret, filled with tears of sorrow's thought.
Recalling precious moments, listening to their echoes
daily.
Unforgettable people still touching our lives, even
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Stoically living from day to day with no future to
see from inside poverty's boundaries.
Needing necessities, hope, faith - nothing is
provided beneath blankets given by shelters.
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Hope newly sprung, filling the world with love.

Reaching out without fear to another, being
closely held, fulfilling love's endearments.
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