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Sherry Smith Poem
I know all mothers are special
And chosen from above
To be that special mother.
To share that special love.
But God knew my Mother was special;
He chose her especially for me.
He knew just what she needed,
For her future He could see.
She so wanted a baby,
And she prayed hard every night.
But her prayers seemed to go unanswered;
It didn't seem fair; it just wasn't right.
But, God knew what He was doing;
He had planned it all from the start.
He knew that I would need a mother
So He placed me in her heart.
A more perfect match could not have been
Even if our blood we shared.
For God knew what He was doing
When He gave me a mother who cared.
So Happy Mothers Day to my mom,
My best friend she always will be
For she was chosen by God above
Especially just for me.
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2013
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Sherry Smith Poem
They say the
third time's a charm
This little boy
inside of me.
I guess in time we
will discover,
Just how godd of a
charmer he will be.
I know my life will
become more
challenged,
With three little
boys in toe.
But, you know I'll
be a proud mama,
The world, my little
man, I'll show.
So, as we say our
prayers each night,
we'll thank the Lord
above;
For six little hands
and six little feet,
And three little
boys to love.
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Sherry Smith Poem
The corner of the sign caught my eye,
"YARD SALE" was all it read.
My car was trained on what to do,
As it turned it 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,
An umbrella and even a car!
My mind was lost in the moment.
Then I spotted that simple, little jar.
The sign 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 looked oh so sad.
So, I emptied my change into that jar,
And peace flowed over me.
God turned my life around that day;
Through a "YARD SALE", He made me see.
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Sherry Smith Poem
To town I went one sunny day,
A little shopping I wanted to do.
I rolled the windows down in my car
And let the wind blow right on through.
My destination wasn't far away.
I really enjoyed the ride.
But as I walked by a tinted glass
I saw that my hair had not survived.
So, I used thay car window as a mirror,
And attempted to fix my hair.
Buy, little did I know I had an audience.
That car had people in there.
You can imagine how I must have felt
When my face I could no longer see.
But instead the window lowered
And three strangers were now looking at me.
I was shocked beyond measure
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
But they laughed and said I made their day
So I smiled as they waved goodbye.
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Sherry Smith Poem
To town I went one sunny day,
A little shopping I wanted to do.
I rolled the windows down in my car
And let the wind blow right on through.
My destination wasn't far away.
I really enjoyed the ride.
But as I walked by a tinted glass
I saw that my hair had not survived.
So, I used thay car window as a mirror,
And attempted to fix my hair.
Buy, little did I know I had an audience.
That car had people in there.
You can imagine how I must have felt
When my face I could no longer see.
But instead the window lowered
And three strangers were now looking at me.
I was shocked beyond measure
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
But they laughed and said I made their day
So I smiled as they waved goodbye.
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2013
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Sherry Smith Poem
As I begin each day of my life,
I pray for mercy and grace.
For these two things I know I need
To survive this worlds "rat race."
Mercy and Grace I so much need
And I know God will provide.
He promised never to leave me,
And each day He walks by my side.
Each time I look toward heaven,
Gods love envelopes over me.
His grace and mercy are ever present.
His love and compassion so serene.
So each day my prayer will be
For grace and mercy from above.
And my God will forever surround me
With His ever abundant mercyful love.
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Sherry Smith Poem
The rocking
chairs sit empty
On the feont porch
of that old house
But the memories are
embedded there
In the wind through
the windows to the
quiet squeek of a
mouse.
Grandma no longer
stands
In that kitchen over
there
With her broad smile
and laughter
With her shiny,
white hair.
And grandpa no
longer
Fills the air with
his pipe.
Grandma sure hated
that habit,
But, grandpa was
always by her side.
Yes, the rocking
chairs sit empty
But the memories
through the windows
continue to blow.
As quietly the wind
Rocks the rocking
chairs too and fro.
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Last night I dreamt I heard you
Speak and call my name
Just like in days of childhood
Just like nothing had changed
You told me to come and play with you
With your lincoln logs and toys.
We are gonna build a house
You said in that familiar voice.
As I opened my eyes my heart was racing
Could it really and truly be?
Then I knew I was only dreaming.
My tears were all I could see.
So tonight once again I will close my eyes
And think of you brother with love.
And remember sweet days of childhood
As you watch over me from above.
SERIOUS
7/26/2013
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