Moments Of Reminiscence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tired, moving forward anyway, knowing that through writing
I will gather energy and essence of all that I am in this
life.

Being surprised once again as beautiful lacelike doilies
begin acting like spider webs, capturing everything on their
sticky lines.

Feeling emotionally, at great lengths going to furthest edges
of this earthly life to find awesome particles of memories
that were waylaid once upon a time.

Now awaiting recognition in moments of reminiscence when
finding self alone in the darkness of my senior years, not
minding, writing in the serenity of a bluened light of the
Divine.