RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 114,302 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

81. A Drought 10/27/2013
82. A Drum's Essence 1/4/2014
83. A Dust Devil 11/5/2013
84. A Faithful Expression 4/24/2013
85. A Fascinating Love 10/28/2014
86. A Father 2/25/2013
87. A Father's Love For His Daughter 12/15/2013
88. A Father's Miscarriage 9/23/2014
89. A Favorite Nephew 3/12/2013
90. A Favorite Pastime 12/23/2013
91. A Favorite Uncle 8/20/2013
92. A Final Answer 9/23/2013
93. A Final Moment 5/30/2014
94. A Final Moment's Decision 12/1/2014
95. A Final Vision 4/24/2013
96. A Fire Burning Inside 9/3/2015
97. A Fitting Tribute 7/18/2013
98. A Flag Ceremony 10/11/2014
99. A Flattened Voice 10/17/2013
100. A Forbidden Place 6/21/2014
101. A Forest 11/1/2013
102. A Form Of Love 8/29/2014
103. A Form Of Wisdom 9/23/2013
104. A Fragile Life 6/2/2014
105. A Free Mind 10/25/2014
106. A Friend 2/7/2013
107. A Friend In The Hospital 12/8/2014
108. A Friend Singing 10/4/2013
109. A Friend's Loss 5/15/2014
110. A Future Destiny 10/13/2013
111. A Future Home 10/23/2013
112. A Future Horizon 12/12/2013
113. A Future Lying 3/22/2014
114. A Gentle Coat Of Arms 9/26/2013
115. A Gentle Doctor 10/3/2013
116. A Gentle Father 12/10/2013
117. A Gentle Man 2/27/2013
118. A Gently Growing Ego 12/17/2013
119. A Genuine Gift 2/25/2013
120. A Genuine Soulmate 7/13/2014
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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Death Shadow

When I'm gone beyond this mortal world, what type
of shadow will I leave behind?
Will it be agile and funny with a sense of humor?
Or will it be dark and serious like death itself?
Maybe it will be clearly defined, not stringent or declining.
What type of shadow will I leave imprinted in minds of
those I leave behind?
Hopefully it will bring a smile to other's lips when they
think of me on quiet reminiscent evenings.

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