Past Presents Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Racing around a wide expanse of ground - children going to and fro
on bikes, playing in the sand, climbing on the monkey bars.
Grandfathers pushing their loved ones on swings, listening to their
glee - their laughter - and remembering doing the same thing for
their loved one's mother.
Time has a way of passing, yet every once in a while a moment in
time has a way of bringing the past to come before you now.
Those short moments of remembrance are what keep the elderly going
when things get too rough on them in the present.