That silver necklace

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.


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

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Being in the moment

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.

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Your Story Rewritten

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.

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Those left behind

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.

Image credit: North Delawhere happening

©2016 Sheridan Johnson @Journey with the Johnsons. All Rights Reserved.