In Germany beneath a foreign sky
I took sweet Sherri’s hand as mine
We built our days upon young hopes
And we consumed love like sacred wine
Then one day the world stood still
A voice like thunder split the air
I ran by will through dread and fear
To find death waiting there
They said my sweet Sherri had gone away
And with her passed a child (inside)
“What, a daughter I’ll never see?!”
Then felt my own heart landslide
Once we talked that if it should ever be
That God would bless our love the same
A little girl with Sherri’s eyes
We both would give her Emma’s name
Then dawn broke cold upon my face
No blood, no ward, no final scream
Yet grief still echoed through my mind
For all of it had been a dream
I am stuck in the Eighties
I am being reminded of you
Every memory of Sherri
Is being invited and excited by
Emmaleigh
She looks so much like you
My dear Sherri
So much it's scary
Her reminder of you
Leads me to the times of our younger selves
In the depths of memories I delve
Even her mannerisms
Remind me of you
Every time I see Emmaleigh
I am taken back to when we
Met [fourscore and seven] in Germany
I don't know how the rest of the world will get their kicks
Here's to my Southern Belle ringing in Twenty Twenty-Six
I don't know where to, thoughts of my Northern Belle will carry
But I'll be merry with a glass of, and with my reverie of Sherri
And both of you are with the heavenly choir, singing and spieling
I look to the new year and to hear my Belle's clapping and pealing
This is my haiku
It's about Electric blue
borrowed, old and new
Do you look through blue?
What excites your horizon?
Do you have a clue?
Electric blue eyes
(Of which I have two of, love)
Sometimes see grey skies
Blue green gray segue
Still looking through electric
Blue, blows you away
Electric blue eyes
What I look through to see you
See you in disguise
Epilogue:
Sherri Lynn saw pools
When she thought about my eyes
Calm, reflective, blue
It’s been a few months now
Since you don’t greet me at the door
Sleep on the couch next to me
Still find your hairs in the couch
Your crate is still in the laundry room
Empty
It’s quiet now
We all said goodbye
I drove to Richmond to bring one of your boys home
We dug a hole in the backyard
Said a prayer together
I asked, “When you make the world right will you give me back my dog?”
Then we put you in a box
In your new bed
favorite toy
And favorite blanket
Sherri wrote you a sealed letter
“From Mommy”
We all feel your unwritten absence
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A Buffoon Of A Tune
My boyfriend looks like a buffoon
He thought he could sing a great tune
Couldn't hold a note
Was holding a tote
Instead he flew right to the moon.
Written: Jan. 1, 2016
Sherri White
Who Hath Seen My Brother
Who hath seen my thee brother more?
Someone who seeks broad things at night
Then sitting fleetingly at his very door!
His hair flauntingly willowing in the wind
With fumes of poppies swaying in slight
Thy brother is a sturdy sound kind of knight!
He may doth thus seek, scurry and find
A damsel in destitute of circumspect
Let not fear of her dour respect, respect.
Think not of her beauty's musical too
While at night the weeping willows say
A touch of stubble plains of rosy hue!
Wile doth men play violins on this breezy day
Sometimes like a whisper thou dost keep
Please hath not wake up my many sheep!
For sleepy music is laying at my door
Who hath not seen my thee brother more
My brother may have to find a beauty by score!
Written: June 1, 2014
Sherri
A Christmas Tree
I see a Christmas tree so full of fir or pine
Where I visualize it decorated it'll look so fine,
With decorations of silver, red like stars it thus will shine
Alas with this there will be gifts, pastries food and wine.
Then there will be the Star of Bethlehem which stands so high
As I hear an angel choir comes from the beauty of the sky,
As onto this very tree many colored lights on branches lie,
and unto the beauty of great as night draws so as nigh.
Then an advent wreath is hung up on our wall;
Into our hearth is burning, warming us till all.
In the far distance we hear church bells that toll and send the call
Unto this beautiful evening that little born Jesus is born baby doll!
Written: Dec. 6, 2014
Sherri
King what can I say about you, you know how to hold it down, even in the midst of trials and tribulations, I have witnessed respected, and admired the way you have been knocked down, pissed off, ready to explode, and yet optimistic about your outcome. To me you have the makeup of what a Real King is, someone proud, tall, strong, a warrior, lover, friend, a father, brother, and son. You embrace your title with so much pride, and you are very Regal. I look at the shine in you, I see you smile, heard your pain, and still you have time for others and their problems. Time is on your side for you are ready to take your place back on the THRONE and be in charge of your kingdom, and with this you have chosen the one Queen that can withstand all that you endure, sees your vision, knows your heart and can be there in battle. A woman that is equally as yoked as you are. She will know the presence of greatness once you walk into her light. She will be proud to wake up to you now and 20 years later, roll over kiss your lips, and say this is my Man, My Lover My Friend,
MY KING
By Sherri Fletcher Wells
When nothing else around you makes sense and the world in front of u seems as a foreign place. When time doesn’t exist, when those around you seem to fall away. When family and friends are just blur images, when reality seems to be unapproachable. When rhyme becomes reason, when facts never have meanings. When love is just a four letter word, when honesty can never be obtained. When we as a people don't fight together, when we seem to be pulling away. When nothing else matters, when the whys become the what fors. Is when you u start to wonder what the hell am I in this for. When you think you have it all figured out and it slaps you in the face. When all you say now is Lord just give me your Saving Grace. When what made u happy is now the cause of you being Sad. When now what made you smile now makes you mad. When nothing else matters, and it’s all said and done. It’s when you start to ask yourself When Lord will I overcome!
By Sherri Fletcher Wells
I’m finally over you, you know who you are the one that wanted me and someone else on your arm
I am finally over you don’t be so alarmed you thought I would stand by and watch you do me harm.
I am finally over you I have become so strong, I can still be your friend and know that I wasn’t wrong
To take my life back and love me again, and not absorb myself with your where’s and your when’s
To know that you had a gem and couldn’t tell, and now you wondering where did she go and what the hell
I am able to look at you with love in my eyes instead of looking through you with hate and despise
I am finally over you it’s so wonderful to me to know that you’re my friend and not my enemy
And when you finally wake up and realize that you care about me
I will be with the man that knew the day that he met me.
So I am finally over you no more tears in my eyes
I can finally move on now and it’s about time
I am finally over you I can say it out loud
I am FINALLY OVER U, NOW I CAN SAY GOODBYE
By Sherri Fletcher Wells
Another Child Lost
A man is set free
Instead of joining the cause
We get online to speak
Just imagine what might have been
With no JUSTICE & no Peace
If our leaders were like us now then
We still be in shackles from our hands to our feet
Thank God there was a Malcolm, a Martin, and Medger
But now it’s up to US to continue their ENDEAVORS!!!
Please Let’s Stop The Talk, and Walk the Walk.
PICK UP THE TORCH, STOP OUR YOUTH FROM BEING KILLED UN NECESSARY
By Sherri Fletcher Wells
When Sherri was a little girl
a baby crow fell out of the tree
and being my little tomboy
she said "Leave this up to me".
So up the tree she climbed
to put little "Elvis" back in his nest.
Mama crow did not appreciate it
and became somewhat of a pest.
When the rest of us walked outside
she just gave us the evil eye
but for Sherri she had other plans,
dive-bombing her from the sky.
Whichever door she left by
that crow was watching for her
and dived and pecked at our little girl.
The ungrateful, miserable cur.
No good deed goes unpunished
is a saying we've all come to know.
Intended perhaps for humans
but it certainly relates to a crow.
Snuggled deeply in her bed,
Dreams are playing in her head.
Quiet and peaceful she lays there,
Relaxed face and tumbled hair.
Peaceful she is when at rest
And her behavior at its best.
In the morning the sun will rise
And once again she'll open her eyes.
Up and about to greet the day,
Out of her bed and off to play.
Not at all the same little one
Who was so still when day was done.
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