Undertakings of jubilant love break out on open waters
of the sea.
Thrashing and floating at intervals of day and night,
culminating in warm hugs and thoughtful words.
Loving brought to the forefront of elderly aims, as
they are steeped nightly in aging loneliness forever.
Moments of glory found in daylight hours are held
closely in beds of remembrance, alone in bed.
Morrows have a way of keeping a hold on life for
sacred times, etching them in memories of one.
Keepsakes of moments together hold life in place for
those who are sorrowful.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aging-loneliness/
