Hey, There. Thank You For Being Here.
at first, I was so nervous — afraid
to even speak to you — you weren’t
the spaces I crept through the
day I graduated from training
made me feel as though I was
sinking in a sea of mission-less
slowly, over time, I began to know
a woman who has a smile that
can pull you into the light.
I had so many dark days behind
me, and standing in a brighter place
lured me in.
I’m still here. I’m still surviving.
much of this world would not be possible
if you weren’t doing what you do
just the way that you do it.
to check in monthly, inquiring about
my mind, heart, and my work ethic
keeps me interested — keeps me
the proverbial door is always open —
ready for anyone to step in.
I am so glad I don’t have to knock
more than once.
you are made for this time — your
position is one you have earned,
and the title suits you.
a supervisor is supposed to
to be able to pull up her pants
and lower herself into the muck
with her employees, assuring them
everything is okay, and you do
more than just wade in it with us,
you ride the waves effortlessly.
I’d put my money on you
on any day of the week because
I know you’ll get the job done.
there is no one else under which
I’d want to be placed, not after
knowing what you do for us.
no one else.
For my supervisor who has taken the time to hear me when I truly needed it most, and she never stops.
©2022 Tremaine L. Loadholt