Walking up mountains, sorrowfully crying within, ruing yesterday's memories as intelligent visions take over, sending me into a tail spin. <br />Falling headlong into abysses of sadness, never forgetting anything because it's etched in my photographic memory. <br />All images will eternally be kept in tact as I step into heaven and walk past it's gates. <br />Silently remembering, always knowing, what happened in my life on earth.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-remembering/
