An Aging Family Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Growing up young in mind, thinking of childhood with
six sisters and a brother - the times we had together,
fulfilling us individually through the years even as
we separated and went our own ways.
Following our paths through life, enjoying our
particular heredity and heritage as we progressed
through life's daily grind.
Family - so alike - yet so totally different - we
crossed one another's paths so many times on our
individual ways.
Now, older, we cross and stay on each other's paths
more often, leisurely talking and enjoying one
another's company.
On roads of aging ability, we align ourselves with
shores of eternity, wondering which of us will cross
over first.