RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silver bells tinkle in my mind, reminding me of home
in New Jersey with family.
Happy memories lilting merrily on Christmas mornings
spent in happiness when little.
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Music to my mind as I step in time with a waltz
playing in the atmosphere.
Dancing around the floor, swaying in time with
one another, gently turning in cadence with
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Deeply breathing in gusts of fresh air, peacefully
listening to the joyous Blues Brothers sing feelingly
from their elated hearts.
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Feet-tapping rhythm picking up my heart and turning
it over in my mind with solitude covering it quietly.

Hiding it carefully, preserving it for my little
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Legends in our own time, recalling music of yesterday,
bringing it vividly into our minds.
Rhythm moving and rocking inside, turning life into a
space of happiness, delaying old age for moments in
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Feelings of loneliness drip into a mind, stirring a
heart into remembering those whom he loved.
Lamenting their loss, visiting their graves with
flowers and prayers.
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Swirling lifelessly in a maze of confusion brought on
by fate and it's dutiful martyrs.

Hopelessly falling from grace as people are undermining
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Sorrow sinking slowly upon a heart of beauty, tended
with loving care and serenity.

Violinly playing music of interior grief, while
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Reaching into the past, searching memory banks for
times now gone, of childhood images of Christmas
in New Jersey, filled with snow and beauty of it's
stillness, sparkling in my mind.
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Waltzing through life together, happy as larks on
this beautiful morning.

On our horizon, life is looking up, we're together
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