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The Same Thing… Only Different

Sherry is sitting in her chair, drinking coffee and reading her book. It’s 6:13 A.M., almost the exact same time it was 30 days ago. On that day, however, things were not to remain the same, and the events of that morning not so long ago, yet it seems a lifetime, changed everything, and I often wonder if life will ever be the same again. If you haven’t already, you can read a detailed description of what happened on January 2, 2019 in my blog post entitled, “The World Stopped Turning”. (<– click on the title to read the post.)

To date, Sherry’s recovery from what they diagnosed as a hemorrhagic stroke, which lead to emergency brain surgery, seems nothing short of miraculous to me. She has only minor motor skill issues with her left hand, and other than being tired, and weak, she’s experiencing very few problems. She gets around the house without using a walker they sent home with her from rehab and can shower and handle other necessary things on her own. This, after only 14 days in a medical rehabilitation facility.

She began at-home rehab this week, and the therapists and medical personnel are impressed with her rapid recovery. Their optimism regarding her recovery varies only in how long it will take for her to be at 100%. But… are any of us, speaking of the over 65 crowd, ever consistently at 100%? I tink not!

And so, we move forward, taking the professional optimism with a grain of salt but relying on God’s healing powers, fueled by the powerful prayers of more friends than can possibly be named. Things are indeed different now, and they might remain so for quite some time. But at some point, we believe and hope you believe with us, Sherry will not only be as good as she was before, but better. (I know, I know… how can she be better than the wonderful person we all love?)

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“It can’t always be glorious, it can’t always be spring,” Those are the finishing lines of my poem, “The Sun Came Up Again”. The poem is about love, and yes, love can be trying, at least to us mere mortals it can, but if it’s true, as God love is true, it is always there. Thank you for being there.

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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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God, I Hope That’s 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; Read the rest of this entry »

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My Little Girl’s Room

I wrote this poem/song in 1996 when Tracey was moving out—leaving the nest—for what we knew would probably be the final time. It’s written from a mother’s perspective. It made its way around the Internet for a few years—maybe it still gets around some—and we know of instances, and have been told of others, when it has been recited by tearful mother’s at weddings. A friend of mine sang it at Tracey’s wedding.

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The Wonder of You

The theme for this week’s Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic is Feathers, Fidelity, Figment, and Fables, and the poem I am submitting fits none of those. Well, it might fall loosely within some of them, but nonetheless, it’s what I have to say this week. I hope you enjoy it. Read the rest of this entry »

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I Am Loved

Sixteen years ago today, Sherry and I stood before a Justice of the Peace in Austin, Texas, grinning like teenagers and saying the words, “I do.” I won’t lie to you, it hasn’t all been roses and sunshine, but most of that can be attributed to me and a stubborn streak that clings to me like palm fronds in a hurricane. Fortunately, for me, Sherry has been able to weather the storms. I am, as the title of this poem says, loved, and I am truly blessed, as well. Thank you, Sherry, for putting up with me and loving me far more than I deserve. Read the rest of this entry »

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My Little Girl’s Room

I know I said all my posts today would honor my Mom, but I have to do at least one for two other very special Mother’s—my beautiful and special wife, Sherry, and her equally beautiful and special daughter, Tracey.

Sherry is, without a doubt, one of the best Mom’s I’ve had the pleasure to watch in action. That said, Tracey is following in her mom’s footsteps; she is an awesome mother to our grandchildren, Savannah and Sawyer.

I wrote the poem that follows in 1996 when Tracey was moving out—leaving the nest—for what we knew would probably be the final time. The poem is written from a mother’s perspective.

I might add, that it made the Internet rounds for a few years—maybe it still gets around some—and we know of instances, and have been told of others, when it has been recited—by tearful mother’s, no doubt—at weddings.

The poem is written in “song” format, so don’t think I’m stuttering when you come to the chorus!

I love you Sherry! And, Tracey, I’m proud of you,  and I love you, too. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Lake – A poem for my Sherry

I’ve shown my serious side, my funny side, and a bit of my crazy side. But seeing as how yesterday was the 16th anniversary of the day I met my best friend, my partner, my awesome wife, Sherry, I’m going to post one of the very first poems I wrote for her. I’ve written over a hundred (I lost count) for her, and this is one of her favorites. Bear with me, folks, while I show my <gulp> romantic side: Read the rest of this entry »

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