In the spring of 1995, I was just winding down from a period in my life when I had severely tested the boundaries between right and wrong. I look back on those days and wonder how I survived, much less became the somewhat decent man I am. I credit God for both, but he has a co-star in the latter; He sent a beautiful lady—an angel, I believe—to show me what love is all about.
I wrote the following, rather clumsy, amateurish poem a few days before the first anniversary of the day I met Sherry, and today, almost 24 years after that first meeting, the words I wrote are truer than ever. Except that is, I can truly say I no longer worry about her, because I know God will always bring her home safely to me; and I no longer have to hope it’s her, because now, I know it’s her.
Sherry will be home soon, and at the end of what’s been more than three of the most trying weeks of our lives, I know when she walks through that door I’ll say, “Thank you, God, for her.”
God, I Hope That’s Her
I remember when we met
It seems like only yesterday
You walked into my life
I knew I wanted you to stay
And it still makes me smile
Every time I picture you
As you walked up to me
In that pretty dress of blue
I spent my whole life searching
And wondering where you were
And the first time that I saw you
I whispered, “God, I hope that’s her”
Our love grew so fast
We couldn’t stand to be apart
We were meant to be together
We knew it from the start
I wanted to be with you
Every minute of every day
Every time you left me
I wanted you to stay
I thought about you all the time
And I wondered where you were
Every time the phone would ring
I whispered, “God, I hope that’s her”
I promise that I’ll love you
For the rest of my life
I want you with me always
I’m so happy you’re my wife
Now, when you’re not at home
And it starts getting late
I sometimes start to worry
I walk the floor and wait
I tell myself, when you get home
I’ll ask you where you were
And every time I hear a car
I whisper, “God, I hope that’s her”
Copyright © 1996 C. Mashburn