Sherry jackson
Bio
Stories (78/0)
Hidden love
When I opened the door to the “trick or treaters” on Holloween night in my small home town in Vermont. A darling little girl dressed in a pink ballerina costume stood there looking up at me with tears in her eyes. “She said in between sobs, I want my dad!” I put the Holloween candy dish down bent down and took her little hands in mine.
By Sherry jackson3 years ago in Humans
Love picking
The pear tree had bloomed in the school yard. I stood just looking in awe at it. It was beautiful! Each year ad I dropped off my son to school I would stop and take in its beauty.I saw it in every season. Summer heavy with delicious fruit, fall with falling leaves winter -bare and spring, like now, full of beautiful flowers.
By Sherry jackson3 years ago in Humans
Lost in love
He was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was tall confident and classy. We were sitting at my parent’s dinning table with all our finest China crystals silverware. He sat across from me. Even when he was talking to my dad his eyes never left mine.
By Sherry jackson3 years ago in Humans
Timelessly Together
The moon cast a silvery hue over the roof tops and spill down into the rain washed cobbled lane. She pulled her red rain coat tighter as the cool breeze of the chilly winter night tugged at it’s opening. Finally she stopped and stood still in front of an vine covered cottage where a glowing light shone brightly from the downstair’s pane glass window.
By Sherry jackson3 years ago in Humans
Secret Admirer
It was finally lunch time. I went to the lunch room’s refrigerator and got out a my lunch and walked out of the building, to the beautiful park across the street. There was a slight a slight chill in the air. I strolled slowly on the sidewalk enjoying the lovely trees that were covered with bright orange and red leaves.
By Sherry jackson3 years ago in Humans
Futuristic love
The stark white sun came up from the horizon as I looked at it from my thick glasses window. My kids were already at their school desks on the the computer. I could hear my husband on a visual conference in his office- I slipped pass them in my low frequency PJ of cotton. The keys to survival had long been discovered which was to surround yourself with high frequency items and to keep your level of life condition at love learning helping others which was the same as enlightment.
By Sherry jackson3 years ago in Humans