a total lack of interest
broken promises
fester in spaces untouched
I can’t find them all
forgiven for sure
but not forgotten this time
I will be cautious
a new age in life
introduces itself now
we are making moves
For Chrissy

we shared the same blood
connected by decades’ love
your beauty still lives
you had a great light
shining throughout your body
who will carry it
it will never fade
as long as we speak your name
you will always be
bound by wayward hands
this–a life I did not seek
breaks my lonely heart
never a first choice
played with and sought after when
life seems relentless
he didn’t pick me
he didn’t pick me either
do I still matter
I shouldn’t give up
it’s my positive outlook
but I do worry
will I die alone
never knowing heart’s true love
or will I bounce back
I haven’t lost faith
men whisper about my smile
I’m still a good catch
Thank you Clay Rivers for giving me the opportunity to gift this poem to you, and for being vulnerable enough to request it. I hope I’ve done your request justice. Peace and blessings.
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Remember my “Throwbacks” piece published in The Drabble? Well, lovely people, I found my record player, and I purchased four used records to get my record collection started.
You’ll see before you, Zhané’s Request Line (several versions), Anita Baker’s, Same Ole Love (365 Days A Year), Roberta Flack’s Blue Lights in the Basement, and Commodores’ Midnight Magic, and I’m incredibly happy right now . . . beyond words, happy.



I wish each of you a wondrous Friday night with a fantastic weekend ahead. Peace and blessings, beautiful people.
I will be the first to admit I’m wrong when I am wrong. I cannot tell you the number of patients with whom I speak on a daily basis who are adamant about having their radiological services rendered with us when in actuality, those services have been with another entity. It’s okay to admit you’re wrong, especially if you go to multiple places to have your medical needs met. It’s really okay. My co-worker and I handled the issue accordingly. In the end, the patient was informed of where she had her imaging done based on her description of the location and advised to reach out to them for her medical records—but she really just couldn’t believe she was wrong.
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