Quiet Reminiscing
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Rising above the grief of death, I sit in stillness,
quietly reminiscing about yesterday's love of family.
Resting heads on silken pillows, I touch days that
are now lost in death's embrace.
Knowing the sadness leaving me, descends upon sacred
grounds, touching my heart with a gentle timidness
borne of yesterday's love.
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