RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Running and falling hundreds of times in imagination,
having fun racing my sons when they were much younger.
Riding bikes around Phoenix, going to the gym and
playing tennis and raquetball, together we were and
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Listening to beautiful articulate
melodies flow upon my space in time.
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Grandparents are very special people.
They need to know you care about them as much as they care about you.
Their lives are kind of lonely, so your happy smile brings them cheer.
Special ways you love them brings a tear of joy - added to their smile.
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One small bank of clouds in an entire blue sky,
focusing themselves right in the pane of an
upper window.
Looking down upon earth, watching a slight breeze
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The beauty of this night will not last beyond morning.
I too will no longer be alive, lying in a shallow grave of
my own making.
Nothing to stop me, no one to help, in a desolate place I
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Remembering the Grand Canyon way back when I was
twelve.
Hiking into it's depths, absorbing the beauty of
the canyon walls as we hiked down continually
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A taste of Italian swirling about my mind,
songs being sun by a man named Vito.
An even-toned tenor bringing pleasure into
a drab Wednesday morning.
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Patterns of life walk around attaching themselves
to corners dim with age.
Visions are reverberating into countless moments,
bearing resemblance to past encounters.
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