Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Poems of RoseAnn V. Shawiak

81. A Form Of Wisdom 9/23/2013
82. A Fragile Life 6/2/2014
83. A Friend 2/7/2013
84. A Friend Singing 10/4/2013
85. A Friend's Loss 5/15/2014
86. A Future Destiny 10/13/2013
87. A Future Home 10/23/2013
88. A Future Horizon 12/12/2013
89. A Future Lying 3/22/2014
90. A Gentle Coat Of Arms 9/26/2013
91. A Gentle Doctor 10/3/2013
92. A Gentle Father 12/10/2013
93. A Gentle Man 2/27/2013
94. A Gently Growing Ego 12/17/2013
95. A Genuine Gift 2/25/2013
96. A Genuine Soulmate 7/13/2014
97. A Glimpse Of Love 5/28/2014
98. A Gondola 10/4/2013
99. A Good Moment 1/19/2014
100. A Good Morning Poem 4/23/2014

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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