poetry – Page 2

poetry, writing

Your Story Rewritten

June 27, 2016June 28, 2016by Sheridan Johnson2 Comments

Taken from everything you knew

to a new place, with new people, and surroundings.

You were placed with us,

wish such joy, a bit of uncertainty,

and a lot of curiosity.

Being your foster parents,

allows us to provide for you, with kindness,

care, shelter, and lots of love.

Don’t worry about your past,

mistakes that were made, that led you here.

Look forward to the future,

to everything that God has in store for you.

We can’t wait to celebrate

all of your many “firsts”,

and watch you soar.

monday, poetry

Those left behind

May 30, 2016May 30, 2016by Sheridan Johnson1 Comment

memorial day

Standing there all alone,

asking myself if I did the right thing

by enlisting in the military.

It seems as if I am in a fog,

unable to detect those all around me.

I don’t remember much of the explosion,

but it all starts to make sense.

These people all around me,

chose to also leave all that they knew,

to serve, protect, and fight for our country.

As a rush of relief washed over me,

I started to realize that whatever happens

in these next eight years,

whether I come home alive or not,

will forever change me,

and I will cherish this opportunity

to fight and protect the country I love.

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Adoption, poetry, writing

The Unknown

May 23, 2016May 23, 2016by Sheridan Johnson2 Comments

As we approach our final home study of the year,

anticipation is starting to settle in.

What is the age of the child?

Unknown

What is the gender?

Unknown

What is the race/ethnicity?

Unknown

What day are we getting our foster child?

Unknown

There is one thing that we do know though.

God is going to watch over us,

provide for us,

and take care of us,

through thick and thin.

poetry, Wednesday

Flourish

May 18, 2016May 18, 2016by Sheridan Johnson2 Comments

Those precious times

have come and gone,

where you needed mommy

over everyone.

From changing your diaper,

and putting on your clothes,

to combing your hair,

and watching you grow.

Now it’s time I set you free

to see what kind of toddler you grow up to be.

These times I will forever cherish,

and I can’t wait to see you

spread your wings,

and watch you flourish.