A Mere Poet Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sentimental morning, I am awakened by your timid persistence in my mind.
Disallowing sleep, jumping onto escalators, attempting to reach the
highest number of images contained in one moment.
Settling in, sipping a hot cup of tea, thinking of good things done in bygone days.
Reminiscing shadows, quietly sitting on the floor around me, awaiting
their turns to appear and bring good cheer and happiness into poetry, enhancing it's pleasure many times throughout years of love and
sacrifice.
A mere poet's contribution to a life well-filled with family.