RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 94,699 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

19881. Yesterday's Youth 12/11/2013
19882. Yesteryear 1/15/2014
19883. Yielding To Self 9/30/2014
19884. Yodeling Cowboy 10/5/2013
19885. You And I Are Mine 10/11/2014
19886. You Are My Life, My Love 12/7/2015
19887. You Have Taken My Heart 8/10/2015
19888. You Wouldn't Be Remembered 6/26/2016
19889. Young At Heart 3/16/2013
19890. Young Boy Drumming In India 4/29/2016
19891. Young Grown-Up 6/22/2014
19892. Young Memories 5/3/2014
19893. Young Ones 10/2/2013
19894. Young Voices 12/21/2014
19895. Younger Essence 4/7/2013
19896. Younger Fantasies 3/28/2014
19897. Younger Son 4/30/2014
19898. Younger Version Of Self 5/7/2015
19899. Youngest Granddaughter 10/23/2013
19900. Your Answering Reply 8/20/2015
19901. Your Day Has Come 1/10/2016
19902. Your Deep And Abiding Love 12/8/2015
19903. Your Eyes Only 2/16/2014
19904. Your Heart Beating Within Mine 5/21/2016
19905. Your Inner Love 1/31/2016
19906. Your Intense Love 10/12/2015
19907. Your Intensity 9/18/2015
19908. Your Jewelry Box 12/31/2015
19909. Your Love Is In My Heart 8/2/2015
19910. Your Soul's Song Of Love 12/31/2015
19911. Your Whisper 8/2/2015
19912. Youthful Clay Minds 4/6/2014
19913. Zombie Night 4/9/2013
19914. Zones Of An Interior Mind 6/29/2015
19915. Zones Of Pleasure 9/19/2014
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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