RoseAnn V. Shawiak
RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
Men! ! ! !
Men lament that they have no time to do things
needed being done.
Yet, they sit wasting time, watching T.V. for
hours at a time.
Not associating it with their apparent laziness
and lack of initiative.
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.