Listening attentively to other voices from past and future talents, sending rhythm my way, through Italian arbors of grapevines.
Talking silently through the years of precious family memories.
Holding them as priceless treasures through the years, gathering dust from disuse.
Formulating every sensuous idea as it careens into my pathway, rolling downhill, stampeding my ego with beautiful mementoes of yesterday and the wonderful family I was born into.
Always hanging onto every conversation through all the rhythmical years of togetherness.
Never folding any memories away.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precious-family-memories/
