RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 82,990 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

19041. Young At Heart 3/16/2013
19042. Young Boy Drumming In India -new- 4/29/2016
19043. Young Grown-Up 6/22/2014
19044. Young Memories 5/3/2014
19045. Young Ones 10/2/2013
19046. Young Voices 12/21/2014
19047. Younger Essence 4/7/2013
19048. Younger Fantasies 3/28/2014
19049. Younger Son 4/30/2014
19050. Younger Version Of Self 5/7/2015
19051. Youngest Granddaughter 10/23/2013
19052. Your Answering Reply 8/20/2015
19053. Your Day Has Come 1/10/2016
19054. Your Deep And Abiding Love 12/8/2015
19055. Your Eyes Only 2/16/2014
19056. Your Inner Love 1/31/2016
19057. Your Intense Love 10/12/2015
19058. Your Intensity 9/18/2015
19059. Your Jewelry Box 12/31/2015
19060. Your Love Is In My Heart 8/2/2015
19061. Your Soul's Song Of Love 12/31/2015
19062. Your Whisper 8/2/2015
19063. Youthful Clay Minds 4/6/2014
19064. Zombie Night 4/9/2013
19065. Zones Of An Interior Mind 6/29/2015
19066. 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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Mom? Mom?

Mom? Mom?
I am calling you from the very depths of my soul - my being.
Death won't let you answer and I can feel it's icy chill come
down upon me.
Wanting to hear your voice, to see your eyes, to hear you
laugh - nothing happens and your silence continues to begin.
It is unbearable - the sadness, pain and deep emptiness pull
me down into the blackest despair.
There is no one I can turn to, as slowly, I turn over and die

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