In Memory of Sherry Mahan

In Memory of Sherry Mahan

I still see her clearly--
the new girl at school.
Breezing through each day,
she was genuinely cool.

I envied and disliked her,
but still knew in my heart
she was a true princess,
though she didn’t flaunt the part.

While I wore plain homemade dresses,
she wore beautiful clothes every day.
As I listened from afar, she spoke of
parents doting on her in every way.

So I kept my distance still,
though she was a generous lass.
She often brought homemade snacks
to share with the whole class.

One day she pulled me aside
and convinced me to be her friend.
The clothes we wore didn’t matter.
We were just two girls in the end.

She'd ridden horses in rodeos
since she was only three.
She’d won trophies and ribbons,
and was as smart as could be!

Out on spring break,
she was riding in a show,
where she felt more at home
than anywhere she could go.

But something went terribly wrong
on that fateful spring day in '67.
The Princess was now dead, and
the angels took her to Heaven.

I still see her clearly--
the new girl at school.
Breezing through each day,
she was genuinely cool.

written by my sister, Peggy Hodge

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