Yellowed Memories Of Age Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting at the river bank on a bench, watching the water
rippling slowly by, as my eyes rest on the horizon, mind
thinking of good times fishing here with family.

Remembering the fun, laughter and family closeness always
felt, wishing for those days, only able to relive them
through memories yellowed with age.

Being just as wonderful and beautiful as when they were
being experienced back then, even feelings and emotions
touching my heart and mind with love and caring.