RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Branches - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Wondering what this afternoon will bring, hanging from
branches within my mind.
Swinging to and fro, gradually trying to attain some
Feeling somewhat like a child playing, yet in my heart
knowing the adult inside may soon be crying.
Wondering what this afternoon will bring, hanging on
the edge of Dad's imminent eternity.
(2: 37 p.m. - 6/1/98)
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