RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Listening to sad-hearted melodies,
jouncing along slowly,
not wanting to move or turn about,
wanting only to lie down and flow
into the next world.
Taking nothing with me, but ancient
memories to look at and send back
to earth when I have gone to heaven.
Leaving little messages and visions
for my granddaughters so they won't
feel so lonely in this forsaken world.
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