Decades crossed our paths with treasured memoirs, with laughter - tears - thrown to heavenly stars.
Together we shared inner thoughts - feelings... we alone had binding - lasting dealings.
We know not when our lives will end or part, but always know we share love of the heart.
Woven together with family ties - tethered, handled in interest and never weathered.
Jointly we have supported inner strives, held each other closer throughout our lives.
Wiped away incessant tears pouring down, knowing assuredly we would be around.
Blood of same runs deep through each flowing vein, forming bond between sisters - proper and plain.
No time or tragedy can separate, not even through existence’s final fate.
As we grow and learn from our chosen course, I have learned to accept - have no remorse.
Although in miles we live so far away, in my poignant heart you forever stay.
I know for certain we will meet again, lacking all heartaches and enormous pain.
Will I know you, oh yes indeed I will, you will be the sister - from Fayetteville.
Copyright © 2017 By Caryl S. Muzzey
My Bio Poem
SHANIKI
STRONG*STRONG-WILLED*STRONG-HEARTED*STRONG-HEADED
Living The Single Life
Who feel the need to volunteer
Who feel the need to be involved with the community
Who gives time, support, encouragement
Who fears NOTHING
Who would like to see world PEACE
Lives in Fayetteville, North Carolina
I ‘am something like Dorothy
I click my polo shoes anytime
No telling what state I will be in next
So watch out it may be your state
Last name is SMITH
By: Shaniki Smith
Date: May 1, 2016
Reid Lewis
6 hrs · Fayetteville, NC ·
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Once Dead In My Soul, Now Very Much Alive
I have learned to recognize desire as a physical need that
I do rise above and think with the right head.
Because I am not ashamed to feel and show that I can and
do feel, my behavior is adjusted to fit my life.
Love is still very much alive in my world and I do sometimes
try to catch up on what on what was once dead
From being afraid to love and take a chance on feeling the
pain that inevitably comes along for the ride, I now
have a wife,
And to death do we part is the reality I live in now.
Reid J. Lewis
05/19/2015
Her list includes croutons and jelly and jam,
as I read down, I see knockwurst and ham.
Bananas and tuna, pick up Borax and Bold,
if there's no Zest, then get Palmolive Gold.
Orange juice and lemons, Pepsi and Sprite,
ice cream and cookies for our guests tonight.
I arrive on line nine with it all and croutons.
It rings up, I reach in..I forgot the coupons.
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