RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 39,916 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

761. American's Never Back Down 10/31/2014
762. American's Own Today 2/11/2013
763. America's Doors Are Opened 4/19/2015
764. America's Sons 2/23/2014
765. Amidst Activity 3/11/2014
766. Amidst Desert Dust 10/4/2014
767. Amitava 5/23/2015
768. Among The Fronds 1/15/2015
769. Ample Supply 7/26/2015
770. Amplified Loneliness 6/16/2014
771. An Abrupt Halt 4/26/2015
772. An Absent Part 5/5/2014
773. An Absolute Love 4/19/2015
774. An Absorbent Mood 8/19/2014
775. An Abusive Father 8/18/2014
776. An Abyss 1/18/2015
777. An Accordion Player 12/13/2013
778. An Addiction Of Emptiness 12/22/2013
779. An Adventure Of Our Lives 2/18/2015
780. An Aging Family 1/26/2014
781. An Anomaly 4/6/2013
782. An Arizona Morning 10/1/2013
783. An Arizona Rain 1/4/2014
784. An Art Museum 1/23/2014
785. An Artistic Passion 6/11/2015
786. An Attainment Of Reality 2/22/2015
787. An Attitude Of Liberty 10/19/2014
788. An Aunt Nina 8/13/2014
789. An Authority 11/9/2013
790. An Awakening Gentleman 12/18/2013
791. An Awakening Of Sorts 1/26/2014
792. An Effervescent Poem 1/1/2015
793. An Elixir 10/21/2014
794. An Emotional Distance 2/26/2013
795. An Emotional Healing 3/29/2015
796. An Emptiness 2/14/2013
797. An Emptiness Inside 7/13/2014
798. An Emptiness Of The Soul 10/28/2013
799. An Emptiness, A Void -new- 8/19/2015
800. An Empty Chapel 6/16/2014
Best Poem of RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life's Black Curtains

Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
with sorrow.

Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.

In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.

Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.

They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.

With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.

Sharing now that you are no longer ...

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Sadness

The sadness is so deep, nothing can soothe it.
Nothing can touch it.
The emptiness is so total - nothing can penetrate it.
All eight of us children and Dad can feel it each on our own.
Yet, even we can't ease the pain for each other.
Nothing has ever felt this way before.
And nothing is all we have to look forward to with Mom gone.

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