poetry

Faith, photography, poetry, Rochelle, writing

That silver necklace

October 8, 2016by Sheridan Johnson9 Comments

That silver necklace you see

hanging from my neck,

is not just any regular piece of jewelry.

It tells a story,

of a precious little girl.

A little girl who had life,

and a battle to fight

since the day she entered this world.

A story of a girl with a terminal diagnosis,

and lived for two months and 1 day.

A story of a daughter, sister, and friend to many.

This silver necklace, is a bond that connects many parents,

who have lost a child of their own.

This silver necklace has life, a meaning,

and a story to be told,

and will never be just an ordinary piece of jewelry.

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R.I.P Rochelle Elaine Johnson 11/6/2014-1/07/2015

Adoption, foster, Pictures, poetry

Perfectly Imperfect

August 17, 2016August 17, 2016by Sheridan Johnson9 Comments

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When someone looks at you from the naked eye,

they wouldn’t have clue what is happening underneath.

They wouldn’t see the blood that still remains around your brain,

from where bleeding occurred when you were first born.

They wouldn’t see the vessels of your eye raising up,

instead of laying flat, which could have caused you to be blind.

They wouldn’t see the fact that you do indeed struggle at times,

with remembering to suck, swallow, and breathe when you drink a bottle.

They wouldn’t see the two holes that remain in your heart,

which the cardiologist hopes they close on their own.

They wouldn’t see the how your lungs just caught up to your size,

two weeks before you released to go home.

They wouldn’t see that you were born 1 pound three ounces,

and that’s why you are four months old and only seven pounds.

God made you so perfectly imperfect,

and such a beauty you turned out to be.

photography, Pictures, poetry

Street

July 7, 2016by Sheridan Johnson2 Comments

What makes up a street?

Concrete, gravel, rock, sand?

A path that has a beginning and an end?

poetry, writing

Being in the moment

July 4, 2016July 5, 2016by Sheridan JohnsonLeave a Comment

Being in the moment

Sitting in the park, under a warm shade tree,

closing my eyes to fully be in the moment.

Awakened internally by all of the noises,

from far away and close by.

Locusts communicating throughout the park,

fish jumping throughout the pond,

and ducks splashing during their mid-day baths.

Feeling the tall, thick grass throughout my fingers,

as I scrape the ground to feel the earth and it’s beauty.

Upon opening my eyes I start to truly understand,

what being intentional with your time truly means,

and how it’s important to do so each and every day.