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Sherry Smith Poem
The day you went to heaven
You took my heart with you
For my life has since been empty
No fullfillment in anything I do
I see no blue in the sky
And the sun no longer shines
The birds no longer sing to me
The clouds aren't fluffy and white
The day you went to heaven
My world just fell apart
Not all the glue on this fair earth
Could mend my broken heart.
So, until I get to heaven
Just save a place for me
Until that time I want you to know
In my heart is where you will be.
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2012
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Sherry Smith Poem
On September 1,1969,
A little boy came into this world
It was a day of excitement
Especially for one little girl
You see, on that day, he became a part of our family tree;
But, also on that special day, he became a part of me!
We're not flesh of the same flesh nor bone of the same bone,
But sent from up above, to be a part of the same family,
To be able to share our love.
So, you see that little boy who was born that day,
was more special than any other;
For on September 1, 1969, that little boy became my brother.
He always knew what he wanted to do from the time he was knee-high;
He often watched for airplanes, and how he wanted to learn to fly
We all know he was living his dream and enjoying life all the way,
But, that doesn't make it any easier to say goodbye to him today.
But, in my heart, I know his FINAL FLIGHT he did complete;
It ended when he landed in HEAVEN at Jesus' feet!
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2011
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the Rocking chairs sit empty
On the front porch of that old house.
But, the memories are embedded there;
From the wind through the windows, to the squeek of a mouse.
There is no longer the smell of dinner,
Or the laughter of a playing child.
Grandma no longer stands over the stove
With her shining har and gleaming smile.
And grandpas smoke from his old pipe,
No longer fills the air.
And grandma sure despised that pipe,
But, grandpa and his pipe were always there.
So, the rocking chairs sit empty
But the memories through the windows continue to blow,
As grandma and grandpa through memorieslive;
As the two ROCKING CHAIRS rock too and fro!
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2011
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Sherry Smith Poem
When you look up to the moon
Beyond the starry sky
Do you see the door to Heaven?
Do you see the sweet by and by?
We often sang of Heaven
And meeting loved ones there
To walk along the streets of gold
To climb those golden stairs.
We will alll meet togather
Our families one by one
To live in Heaven forever
With Gods Holy Son
So when you look up to the moon
Beyond the starry sky
Just know your loved ones are waiting
In that sweet by and by.
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2012
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Sherry Smith Poem
On christmas day. will you be looking,
For a special gift under your tree?
Are you hopeing it will be waiting,
Wrapped in a pretty bow for you to see?
On christmas day, will you remember,
The true gift that was given to all on this day?
His name was Jesus, and He was wrapped in swaddling clothes,
And in a manger box He was laid.
So, Jesus did come in a box,
Wrapped for all to see!
Mary's precious little boy
Was a christmas gift for you and me!
So, every year, we should remember,
The gift given to us from above,
The gift that was not wrapped in a bow,
But a gift that was wrapped in eternal love.
Sherry Smith
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2011
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When God looked down upon the earth,
And decided who I would be,
He knew the life that I would trod
His love would help guide me!
When God looked down upon this earth,
God saw what I had become
He still knew the road that I would take
He knew where I had come from!
When God looked down upon this earth,
And His eyes met mine in tears
He knew the road had brought me home
He knew it would guide me here!
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2012
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The corner of the sign caught my eye
Yard sale was all is ssaid
My car was trained on what to do
As it turned, the speed jerked my head!
As I rounded the corner of that busy street,
I could not believe my eyes!
This was the biggest yard sale I had ever seen;
It stretched as far as the big blue sky!
There were clothes, what-nots, toys and curtains,
Jewelry, an umbrella, and even a car!
My mind got lost in the moment
Then I spotted that simple, little jar.
The print on the jar read, "Donations Please",
And a picture of a child was there.
She had the most beautiful, big blue eyes,
But, sadly, she had no hair!
My heart knew what I needed to do,
Though little money I had.
I really wanted that umbrella there;
But, her eyes, they looked Oh so sad.
So, I emptied my coins into that jar,
And peace flowed over me!
God turned my life around that day;
Through a "YARD SALE" He made me see!
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2011
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Sherry Smith Poem
Why does beauty have to be seen?
Why can't you get to the within?
Before you cast judgement on what you see?
Why can't from the inside, begin?
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Behold not only what you see!
For, behind this shell of beauty,
Deep within is the beauty you truly seek!
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As I look at this world we live in,
I try to remember the way it used to be.
The past comes back as memories,
And in my mind, the past I clearly see.
I remember growing up in the country
Where our neighbors were like family.
We would play hide-n-seek way past dark
Hiding behind every pine tree!
We didn't sit in front of a computer,
Or post on "Facebook" what we were going to do
We rolled up our jeans and we went outside,
And rode our bikes through a mud-puddle or two!
These are the memories embedded in my soul
Friends made will always live in my heart.
I will cherish the past that I lived,
For, of me, it will always be a part!
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2012
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They say the third time's a charm,
This little boy inside of me.
I guess we will soon discover
Just how good of a charmer he will be.
I know that my life will become more challanged,
With three little boys in tow,
But, you know that i will be a proud mama,
The world, my three little boys to show.
So, each night when we say our prayers,
We will thank the Lord above,
For six little hands and six little feet,
And for THREE LITTLE BOYS to love
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2011
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