RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Waves gently lapping up the shore, each carrying away with the sand, a trouble once before.
Softly sounding, tugging at your heart, bringing forth sadness from it - bringing forth great sorrow.
No where is there life left over from a mother, just a dead, cold silence forevermore.
Thinking of her, reaching out for her, soundlessly emptiness haunts me as I stagger and fall from it's total void.
Like the sea once etched in beauty, her life, too - was so beautiful.
Seeing it leave her all too soon, has cast a shadow that has placed it's everlasting doom in the pathways of our lives.
Casting out moonbeams in the night, the darkness stays just the same within my heart.
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