Mary Sherrell Wesmorland 

Plano, Texas, USA 

Mary is in her early twenties. She is an administrative assistant for a medical practice, a full-time student at the University of Texas at Dallas, and owner of Pervius Publications; development, management, and communications. Her first endeavor as an entrepreneur involves the publication and distribution of "Thee and Me" magazine. Mary's inspiration derives from an abusive childhood, terminal illness, and working through school. Her belief is that everyone has a story. Writing fulfills a never-ending desire to better her own life as well as others. 

Thank You 

If I die tonight
If my spirit soars in flight
There is something you need to know
Sincerely, this is no show
The time we share is my treasure
In hopes of knowing a little pleasure
I promise to not disappoint you
Surely, some will deceive you
But this would not be me
I have been disappointed myself, you see
you have my heart-it is yours
With a no return policy, of course
I bring you no sorrow
Neither today nor tomorrow
I am only me
And this is who I will always be
Thank you for letting me be part of your life
This is what I have to say
Remember me in this way

Just A Thought 

I had a thought or two
And want to share it with you
Say there is just a slim chance of something you have to say
To someone cared about never being heard Happen? It may? 
Even if not but a simple thank you
Or I love you or goodbye, too
It has happened to me, and someone probably comes to your mind
If that last known moment were forward and not behind
What would I let that person know? 
But how could I know? 
The future is indefinite
But the present's probabilities are infinite
As my Father has said to me in the past
Treat each moment as if it were your last

Outstanding Praise 

To the tree blossoms
To smooth baby bottoms
Where footprints splatter the sand
Where tambourines sound in the band
For a special day to never end
For broken hearts that mend
How roses open to the sun
How bubbles spark some fun
When rain produces a rainbow
When little ones make angels in the snow
As vows are taken by lovers to join as one
As birds peck at breadcrumbs 'til there are none
may outstanding praise go to all our simple joys
So delight touches the world's girls and boys
May the youngster in us all count our blessings
Before we sleep, at meals, and after a day's toilings