RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Pounding sensations becoming rhythms of internal being,
reclamating their essense in strides of apoplexy and
grief.
Turning crosswords upside in as words collect them-
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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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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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