RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

As I walk through this vale of death, I celebrate life
the way I remember it.
There were no flowers on marble headstones lying on the ground.
Rocks were in gardens, flowers were picked to put in
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Relaxing, enjoying lunch with a friend, talking, laughing, reminiscing.
Life seems to be contented, surrounding us with it's loveliness.
Family members dying, others becoming pregnant, altogether growing up and closer with each year.
Eating lunch, looking around, hearing the loudness of many voices blended.
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Running after emotions as they rush into plains of exuberance,
bowling over everything in the way of turmoil.
Giving of self in every corner, yet not trusting anyone to
treat life with the dignity it deserves.
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Holding my granddaughter in my arms, sound asleep.
Kissing her forehead gently so as not to wake her up.
Heart swelling with love beyond itself, eyes stinging from tears of joy.
God touching our souls as one, our granddaughter, full of the Holy Spirit - leading her through life and guiding her according to God's love.
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Saturating my mind with happiness as a beer barrel polka
is played harmoniously by an accordion player named Todd.
Filling us all with pleasure and taking away our aches
and pains for moments in time.
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Memories hanging on walls like leaves on a tree.
Suspended in time, moments celebrated in minds
of yesterday.
Cobwebs clearing images from cluttered ideas
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Driving forces begin to stir within, pushing me
forward into another day, practicing hope even
if it doesn't seem to touch me right now.
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Interchanges in life, continually moving through my mind,
never dissipating, always being right in the center of
thoughts.
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Watching seniors dance and enjoy life for moments in
time.
Being together, socializing and becoming young for a
while through music, flowing smoothly and constantly.
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