Poem -

Shershoy ( the nickname I called my sister Sheryl)

Shershoy ( the nickname I called my sister Sheryl)

Shershoy
As Children
we tormented
one another
whichΒ 
being siblings
this is what we did...
Growing up
you produced
so much
spirit
and ambiance
to our lives
Life would
have beenΒ 
Mundane
with out you.....

Entering into
High School
I was a nonconformist
which meant
I was a target
among theΒ 
popular kids
Word soon however
spread
that I was Shershoy's
little brother
this made me untouchable
because You had my back....

A few years laterΒ 
we worked together
at a pizzeria
where
A male coworker
decided toΒ 
give you
a hard time
Unbeknownst to you
this coworker and IΒ 
hadΒ  a gentleman's
conversation
in a dark alley
between Lombardy and Broad
Β whichΒ  resulted with him
coming to the conclusion
that it was best to leave you
alone
I did this
because I had your
back.....

Decades later
we formed our own
families
andΒ  currently live
across the country
from one another
and though we have
gone yearsΒ 
without seeing one
anotherΒ 
Β you
need to know
I love you
and will
always have your
back.................
Β 

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sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

Very sweet dedication my friend!

I hope she gets to read this...

​​​​​​Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Yes ! Thank u sparrowsong! Β We are going to see each this weekend. Β The first time in 4 years. Β My younger sister will also be there and I have not seen her in almost 10 years

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