Artistic Views
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Blowing gently, leaves of my mind, with sounds of a
harmonica being played by my Mom throughout childhood.
Listening carefully as she played her favorite songs,
wanting to remember them forever in peaceful recollection.
Reaching out through her death, grasping her heart
filled with love and being portrayed in melodies of her
artistic views in life's continuous music.
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