The Ladies of Workforce Management Poems #1

NaPoWriMo #3: The Comedienne: For AD

An Audio Poem

The Comedienne: For AD

there are days when my mind
feels like it’s going to explode–
bare itself naked across my
two monitors from the words
spoken by impatient patients who
feel as though the world should
be wrapped in gold and presented
to them on platters, and you
swoop in with a funny phrase
or mutual feelings of
disbelief and disgust, and
I don’t feel as alone as I once did.

I know I’m not the only one
who believes–knows this.
it’s your way.
you’ve moved through our
department stealthily, ready to
jump in when a tidal wave
of calls bombards us–lands on
our chests, pressing upon
our weary lungs with an armor
of motivation glued to your
frame gifting it to each of us.

I’ve had belly aches from
minutes of laughter, cheeks
on fire from smiling so hard . . .
each instance showing up
at just the right moment.
I don’t know if you know the
impact you have, but hopefully
these words will do the trick.

you are our Comedienne; the woman
with a gift of gab, unafraid to
speak. her. mind. and with your
presence, we shine like emeralds
polished clean on a spring day,
poking our chests out–heads bigger
than before–ballooned to perfection.

you make us better as a unit–as
a scheduling team,
and I am grateful for every moment
we have to experience a
day with you chiming in
unexpectedly, cleaning up little
messes the people we service create.
thank you.


I will be doing a series of poems for the ladies who form our workforce management team at work. They truly are a gift. This is the first of three. Thank you for reading and listening too. Peace and blessings.

Your Poem From Me Request #12

The Giving Cause: I’ll Miss You, My Friend

It is said that God gives us
the people we need to live
the lives we live, and
he thought it best to give me, you.
I press on through this life,
ashamed sometimes, in pain
sometimes, and you lift me up
with your mesmerizing voice;
angels sit on your shoulders
guiding you into my heart
through song.

I know love. It is a beautiful thing
to watch flourish–to watch grow,
and when the time comes for
love to pack up and ship off,
I know that kind of love too.
I have you here with me,
little reminders to sift through
and enjoy.

Reminiscence is forthcoming.

Could I have been a reason for
this season in your life?
Or am I going to be the all-weather
friend who will never know the
word “goodbye.”
I pray I am the latter.
I need to be the latter.

Losing you would be a
detrimental blow to my growth,
and I love who I’m becoming.

You are who some people dream
about when they request a
companion, a listener, an avid
advice-giver, but in small doses–
something we can stomach.
You came when my body ached
from depression and broke itself
in two from anxiety.

You somehow restored me.

Blessings rain down daily
for me, and I know you
are one of them. You always
will be.
As you venture off to another state,
a new life awaits you–a new
world. I am happy. I am sad.
I am happy-sad and every bone
in my body wants to reject
the reality of it.

I will miss you, my friend.
But even with hundreds of miles
separating us, nothing can
or will ever remove you from
heart.

Thank you.

*Photo Credit: Photo by Ivan Samkov via Pexels


Thank you C. McKnight for requesting a poem to be written for your friend. It touched me deeply to be able to pen this for you on his behalf.

To learn more about Your Poem From Me: The Giving Cause, click here. Let me write a poem for you. I can give it life