New Waves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pictures of everyday life sail along on oceans of
memories, having been past and remembered.

Yet set before us in new waves are future and present
images, wanting to be entered into our intellects.

Hoping to one day be placed within the gardens of our
yesterdays.

Beautiful blossoms, blooming gently from the spirits
of our lives, giving us hope, joy, grief, and love.

Unable to do without any of them as they are the pictures
making our lives what they become through love.

One day in the future, at last lying in the cradle of
death, no more thoughts or feelings coming from them.