RoseAnn V. Shawiak
RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
|23521.||Family Tradition Of Love||1/5/2014|
|23522.||Men! ! ! !||8/6/2014|
|23523.||An Abusive Father||8/18/2014|
|23525.||Family's Special Meaning||2/20/2014|
|23526.||Self - Discovery||11/11/2014|
|23528.||Reality Of Both Lives||8/20/2013|
|23534.||Mind Of Life||8/20/2013|
Mind Of Life
Life of mind so green and tender, sprouting with a freshness of purity.
Not a thought of ugliness, nor of barren wasteland, could conjure long enough inside.
Ringing freely are dancing bells caught by flying laughter all around.
Blazing fire with no smoke curls upward and out of sight.
Blossoms popping out upon the ground, filling the air with a scent of nature.
Walking down paths of many minds, these memories hang limply, barely touching the brown dirt.
Everyone famous, everyone small, has a mind of life so green and tender, although it never lasts, but for a short, short ...
The sadness is so deep, nothing can soothe it.
Nothing can touch it.
The emptiness is so total - nothing can penetrate it.
All eight of us children and Dad can feel it each on our own.
Yet, even we can't ease the pain for each other.
Nothing has ever felt this way before.
And nothing is all we have to look forward to with Mom gone.