Victoria’s Poem

A poem for my cousin on her special day

Victoria’s Poem by Tremaine L. Loadholt
Victoria’s Poem. Created with Canva. Photo used: Marcus (my younger cousin, Victoria’s brother), Me, and Victoria so many MOONS ago, but it is my favorite photo of us.

how can we turn back time
to days of old–when smiles
lifted from our lips and covered
our entire faces?

you were a ball of energy–
an amazing ray of sunshine
that splashed the earth with
joy and permanence.

I have counted the years
up in my head and in my
heart, and the more they pile up,
the calmer I become.

you are showing the world what
it means to grow in light . . .
to press forward when times
have a foot lodged into your ribs.

I will never know the weight of
your shoes but I know mine have
been heavy and kicking them off
as soon as I come home is a top priority.

Through cracked lenses, broken hearts,
failed relationships, and inevitable demises,
you conquer every storm.
God bless your resilience.
It is to be envied.


Happy Birthday, Victoria! 💙❤️💜

Home To Nowhere: Part IV

Microfiction: Kelsey approaches Kimya about her suspicions

AI Generated Image of a Black woman with curly hair, hooped earrings, a beautiful smile, and centered in front of a pink to purplish background. Created with Canva.

Kimya is home from work. Her body is worn and she looks like lost hope and misplaced grief. Kelsey stands at the kitchen’s entrance waiting for her mother.

She is breathing heavily. The room is closing in on her. The sun moves in and centers itself on their kitchen windows. Kelsey’s breathing picks up slightly. She inhales, then exhales, then slams her mother with the question.

“Mom! You look tired. Work must’ve been insane! Come, sit down.” She casually pulls out a chair. Kimya flops her flailing body onto the chair’s surface.

“Thank you, Kels. What’s up? Something on your mind?”

Kelsey shifts on her heels, bounces back and forth, and hurriedly throws the question into the air, “Am I adopted?”

Kimya gulps. Her eyes widen. She cuffs her weakened hands onto her face and puffs air into them.

“I knew this day was coming. Yes, Kels. Yes, you’re adopted.”


Part I, Part II, & Part III

Ladies, Gentlemen, & Beautiful Humans … Zumi Tye Loadholt

Zumi Tye (my Red-Footed Tortoise) has created its very own jacuzzi. Lol!

I mean . . . I should not be surprised by the fact that I have two pets with such amazing personalities, but I am often surprised by how incredibly adjusted Zumi has become over these last 10 months.

If this doesn’t bring you a bit of joy today, you may need to check your pulse.

Happy Saturday to you amazing human beings.

Peace and blessings.

Saturday Six Word Story Prompt: Struggle

Prompt for Week #122 January 25, 2025 – January 31, 2025

Title: Politically Assassinated

Six Words: Four more y e a r s of undeniable struggle.

It’s time for Shweta Suresh’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt! This week’s theme is “Struggle” and here are the prompt details:


Welcome to Week #122 of the Saturday Six Word Story PromptClick here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series. (Psst! I have changed the guidelines recently.)

Prompt for Week #122 (January 25, 2025 – January 31, 2025)

Struggle

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I will do a roundup post each Saturday (or Sunday if I run out of time!). So please be sure to participate before time runs out! I can’t wait to read your stories. 😀 I hope that you’ll be back for next week’s Six Word Story Prompt. Have fun! Thank you for participating. Until next week, folks!

P.S: If you have any doubts/suggestions, please don’t hesitate to reach out. The comments section is all yours!
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If you’ve got six words to contribute to this week’s theme for the prompt, head on over to Shweta’s page to add your creative child to the mix. I know this topic will more than likely birth/spark several discussions or bring out the most creative parts of ourselves. Have fun, folks!

Saturday Six Word Story Prompt: Grief

Prompt for Week #121 January 18, 2025 – January 24, 2025

Title: Downward Spiral; Uphill Battle

Six Words: Morning mourning–my new b e s t friend.

It’s time for Shweta Suresh’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt! This week’s theme is “Grief” and here are the prompt details:


Welcome to Week #121 of the Saturday Six Word Story PromptClick here to read the guidelines for the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt series. (Psst! I have changed the guidelines recently.)

Prompt for Week #121 (January 18, 2025 – January 24, 2025)

Grief

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I will do a roundup post each Saturday (or Sunday if I run out of time!). So please be sure to participate before time runs out! I can’t wait to read your stories. 😀 I hope that you’ll be back for next week’s Six Word Story Prompt. Have fun! Thank you for participating. Until next week, folks!

P.S: If you have any doubts/suggestions, please don’t hesitate to reach out. The comments section is all yours!
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I often feel like I have a life of mourning ahead of me–I’m making the best of it, growing how I should, and giving myself grace when I know I need to. Grief is a hard subject to tackle, but I am glad to see it as a prompt theme. Some things need discussion and it is helpful to express them creatively.

How about you? Do you want to give it a shot? What can you dream up about grief? What are your six words?

Home To Nowhere

Microfiction: Part I: Meet Kelsey

AI Generated Image of a Black Teenage girl with blue eyes, wearing a blue shirt, with curly, long brown hair. Created with Canva.

She bounces off the school bus, hair flying in the wind, legs shuffling up dirt behind her swirly body.

Kelsey is a 14-year-old athletic ball of energy who recently discovered she is adopted.

Her mother tried to tell her subtly for years, but Kelsey has always been enamored by fanfare and elaborate explanations. She searched for answers and found them.

As she skips down Tulane Dr., the sky smiles at her, the sun whistles, and cars honk their incessantly abusive horns.

She is heading home to nowhere, where no one is family.