Interior Windows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching through interior windows at all that life has given me through the years.
Good times and hard, making me stronger for having gone through
it all on my own.
Stressing over things at times, wanting to do things my way and
not take someone else's pathway of doing something.
Mirrored images, walking, talking, living again in my mind,
causing tears to flow as I see my parents taking care of me when
I was a baby.
The care and love they gave me helped me on the road to maturity.
Sometimes faltering, stumbling and picking myself up again, never quitting, never giving up, remembering my Mom and her beautiful
smile, even through violently stormy emotional turmoil caused by
my Dad.
Coming together, bringing me to a level of compassion and caring
for others.