RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Trees of affection, waving in an early morning breeze,
touching my soul with a gentle reprieve.

Solemnly caressing feelings of happiness, calming
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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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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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Send me no remorse, no return from death's doorstep.
Allow freedom of my spirit to soar towards heavenly rainbows,
let it grasp everlasting echoes of peace forming immediately
after life has left me.
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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 youngest granddaughter, looking into her eyes
with a heart filled with love.
Seeing lights reflected in her eyes from a disco ball and
light, as she sat mesmerized in a trance.
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Circling life, watching it's sorrow flow into my heart with
tears of tender grief from people who've died and left this
earth of mine bereft.
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Falling asleep, drifting into silent dreams, white with snow,
making me cold and shivering as if it was really the coldness
of reality.
Walking against the tides of yesterday's promises, taking all
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