God, I Hope That’s Her

April 12, 2013 at 8:07 am · Filed under Family, Good stuff, Mostly true, Poems, the good old days ·Tagged anniversary, first date, God, good old days, I hope that's her, love, poetry, Sherry, song

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

Sherry and my grandpa

rather clumsy, amateurish poem a few days before the first anniversary of the day I met Sherry, my beautiful, wonderful wife, and today, 18 years after that first meeting, the words I wrote are truer than ever. Except that is, 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.

 

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

Sharing this with the good folks at dVerse Poets Pub on their Poetics feature. It in no way fits their prompt, but I hope they will indulge me this trespass, as I so much want to share this special day with them and you.

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