Reminders Of Our Lives Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wearily resting, waiting for life to catch me up and
set me down anew.
Somewhere close to God, maybe a stairway to heaven
or two.
Mixing sentiments and hope together, trying to compose
a prayer for healing, hoping to be rescued by a bolt
of lighting or God's hands, reaching through some
clouds.
Lifetimes fill history with our own lives, putting
some to paper, other's to statues or memorials.
Still, some are filled with invisibility and ghost-
like images, haunting and taunting history into belief
that they once were.
Altogether, reminders of our lives on earth are
gathered in cemeteries with headstones marking only
our births and deaths.
Nothing about our struggles, sorrows, grief, joy or
happiness.
These remain in loved ones and close friends memories
for as long as they are alive.
Then the cycle repeats itself into eternity, with no
one ever knowing another except through images and
memories until they too die.