Running through meadows of my mind, enjoying their
scents, sounds and images as I walk along pathways
of past innocence.
Recognizing landmarks as I pass by, remembering
togetherness of family growing up, seeing hearts of
parental love tugging gently on my heart's sleeve,
promising happiness again one day in oceans of
heaven's beautiful horizons.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seeing-parental-love/
