New Memory Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Auctioneer now auctioning off many valuable prizes to those
sitting here listening, people making bids, raising their
hands, smiling when getting the highest bid on everything.

A wonderful experience to watch and listen to, people clap-
ping smiling, then comes more raffles of prizes donated by
people and politicians.

Many wonderful, beautiful prizes laid out upon three tables
covered in red tablecloths, prizes regally situated upon
each of them, awaiting someone to win and claim individually.

So happy to see my friend, the man publishing my books here
in Phoenix, Arizona, has won the first prize, a Trump hat,
tee-shirt, an RNC insulated coffee tall mug.

A woman helping with drawing tickets and handing out prizes
to each winner, now on the last table, drawings for consola-
tion prizes like a basket of wine, roses, etc.

All wonderfully being presented eloquently and beautifully,
watching as Trent Franks and his young son walk by, a cute
little boy for sure, hands in his pockets.

Up on the stage now, standing next to his Dad, looking out
over the people seated in front of the podium, as everyone
claps for them both.

Almost to the end, having enjoyed this event explicitly, a
memory now carved permanently, to be remembered with a smile
from time to time throughout years of life left to me.