For Sheri
As we recall her in unison,
I hear her mocking herself
for the way she said
“button.” I mock myself
for trying too hard
to out-walk
my shadow. She’s been gone
so long, so much longer
than she was alive.
Dimming flashbacks to our secrets
remain safe within me.
How the angels do sing
through their stutters and lisps
to thank her
for being one of them.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
A beautiful tribute to Sheri. Thanks Amy.
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Thanks, Marci. The memories have just been flooding in the past couple of days.
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Amy, just found this poem. When did you write it? I’m so impressed with your insight and means of expressing yourself. Means a lot. Thanks!
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Amy,
Thanx!!.
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