Listening attentively to other voices from past and future talents, sending rhythm my way, through Italian arbors of grapevines. <br />Talking silently through the years of precious family memories. <br />Holding them as priceless treasures through the years, gathering dust from disuse. <br />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. <br />Always hanging onto every conversation through all the rhythmical years of togetherness. <br />Never folding any memories away.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precious-family-memories/
