Shimeka Mitchell is a twenty eight year old Sailor in the United States Navy.She is a single mother of a beautiful three year old son. She has been writing poetry since the seventh grade. Although her home is in Natchitoches Louisiana, she is currently stationed in Memphis TN.
It’s taking time
Out to listen to those
Who have traveled the path before.
Men in your life that can help
Guide you and open doors.
It’s respecting the young
Ladies, and always wanting the best.
The image you reflect
Will attract others
Who want success.
It’s talking to your younger
Brother
Protecting, teaching,
And understanding
Each other,
When he’s sad you should
Make him smile
When he wants to play and laugh
Take him out for a while.
It’s re-evaluating the things
You say and do.
It’s taking pride
In the way you dress
And the music you listen to.
It’s about gaining wisdom
That will carry you through
Life these days
Because soon you will
Learn the troubles of this
World, and people’s evil and wicked
Ways.
You will soon be forced
To make difficult choices.
As a man you must know
How to turn off
Tempting and selfish inside voices.
Look to God for your
Strength to help
Guide you through.
For you are smart
And intelligent, and I have
Much faith in you.
Please take the time to
Sit down and truly understand
Little things
That helps you
Become a young man.
A Sailor's Christmas In Kuwait
61 days, the smell of home cooked food I can taste on the tip of my tongue
still I miss the sound of lil kids singing Christmas songs.
But 61 more days, the feel of those soft hands I miss touching my face,
The smell, the sound, the feel of a familiar place.
Fighting for the country is always harder mentally it seems.
Out here in Kuwait we proudly serve so others can live their dreams.
As I look at the sunrise and set I wonder what the new year will grasp,
So many lives taken away, and for what reason, no one ever asks.
Sometimes I don’t understand how killing people solves problems at all,
But that’s just the nature of the business, when duty calls.
Yet in 61 days I will be home telling my baby girl all about my time here,
In hopes she will forgive Daddy for not being home for Christmas this year.
Although many of our fallen soldiers and sailors won’t make it home in 61 days,
I thank God I can live on in their memory and continue to protect our country
In many ways.
Yet in 61 days I’ll be coming home, others will relieve me and continue to stand
In Kuwait, 61 more days to a service member it’s a lifetime,
For others just 2 months wait.
This year on Christmas I understand the meaning even more as I pray.
I look to God for my strength in keeping me safe for 61 more days.
By YN2 Shimeka S. Mitchell
Dedicated: Randy and sailors in Kuwait
Somewhere There’s A Place
Somewhere there’s a river that speaks of serenity and peaceful nights.
Somewhere there’s a place that always remains hopeful and bright.
Somewhere there’s a road that knows no bumps and turns.
Somewhere there’s a land where time is of no concern.
Somewhere there’s a city that children can laugh and play.
Somewhere there’s a place where kidnappers and murderers won’t be allowed to stay.
Somewhere there’s a place where we can be who we want to be.
Somewhere there’s a place where fame is not money and love is free.
Somewhere there’s a place, where the sky meets the earth.
Somewhere there’s a place, where clothes and cars have no worth.
If you listen closely to the wind, you can hear the joy that it speaks.
Somewhere there’s a place our sins are released and washed away in the ocean deep.
Somewhere there’s a river that speaks of serenity and peaceful nights.
Somewhere there’s a place that always remains hopeful and bright.
By Shimeka S. Mitchell
