RoseAnn V. Shawiak Sons Poems

Noticing desert landscapes up and down the street where I live
in Phoenix, saguaros, ocotillos, barrel and jumping cacti all
beckoning this mind's poetical essence.
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Dancing around to rhythms their father is playing, turning
up the volume and enjoying letting go of grief, laughing
and crying out of sorrow, finding a place beyond it all to
enjoy and have some peace inside of them.
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Listening to incessant probings of intellect, knowing what
feelings are inside, odd sensations coinciding with those
that are happening within.
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Pat Tillman, a soldier, a hero, personifying all men
and women serving their time in the military, fighting
our war for freedom and democracy.
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Quietly withdrawn, holding on to silent feelings of gentle sorrow.
Knowing my sons, are growing up and away, thoughts along that line
pull my heart in opposite directions.
Letting go - up to a point - then pulling back, a quartet of yo-yo's
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