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The Truest Love

There are times I write something and it seems it’s not me doing the writing. Such was the case with this one. I actually set out to write something entirely different, but this is what came out. Sometimes it’s fun, because folks get all big-eyed and wonder what’s going on at Charlie’s house. It’s all good here, folks. It’s all good.


Truest love


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Thank You, God, For Her

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


grin-big-earsOur 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

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Are You Ready For Some Sunshine?!?!

It’s been raining steady for two straight days, and I’m ready for some sunshine (and golf)! Someone visited this old post on my blog this morning, and it seemed to fit, so I’m posting it again. Y’all have a great day, ah’ight?

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I’ll Be Your Hero, But Only If…

It’s not her birthday, nor is it our anniversary, and so, what better day to tell the world how special she is, and how blessed I am to have her in my life.
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I Don’t Care


The poem is one of many I’ve written for Sherry. We celebrated our nineteenth anniversary this past week, and  we intend to continue celebrating our life together for many years to come. God has blessed us so much, but the greatest blessing of all is the unconditional love He gives us, and an ever increasing ability to love each other the way He loves us.  Read the rest of this entry »

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Like A Rainbow in the Dark

The wind roared as black clouds raced in, and we ran—your hand holding tight to mine—toward the shelter door in the backyard. I was not afraid, because I was with you, and that is all that matters. Read the rest of this entry »

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Dearest John:

A couple of years ago, I wrote a series of short stories which could still make it to novella or novel, should I ever be inspired to dive back into it. It’s a love story, with a bit of suspense and intrigue thrown in for good measure. I don’t know that you could term our years together as being full of suspense and intrigue, but they have certainly been full of ups and downs and blessings to many to count. Today, Sherry and I will celebrate eighteen years together, and I’m going to use the excuse that I’ve been too busy moving us into our dream house on the lake to write her a poem. But, I’ll post this old one and dedicate it to her. She is, after all, the reason I write.

Here’s to at least eighteen more, my Dearest wife. I love you! Read the rest of this entry »

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The Lake

I was inspired to write this poem one November morning in 1995 as I drove to work, thinking what a lucky man I was to have recently met Sherry, my loving and awesome wife. Read the rest of this entry »

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Summer Leaves

Here’s the deal; I’ve been on a roll today—wrote three poems—and the words don’t seem to want to stop. I’m in a zone, and you have to run with it when it’s there. This one also inspired by Catherine Ryan Hyde’s, Funerals For Horses. If you haven’t seen my first one inspired by this novel, take a look at it – Pure Madness. Read the rest of this entry »

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Several days ago, I saw a scene on TV. It was there, then it was gone, but it remained burned into my memory, and I jotted down a few notes. I wrote a poem about it this morning. I hope you enjoy it. Read the rest of this entry »

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