Birthdays – A Cornered Gurl

Flying Time

10/12/2025trE

Rapid Rhyme #1

Caison Michael’s 8th birthday celebration. My little Munchkin Man is 8 now! *SOBS* Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Flying Time by Tremaine L. Loadholt

He’s eight now,
Time flies, wow!
Can’t keep my emotions intact
The little ones are growing so fast
I remember diaper-changing days,
Now that period has flown away.
I watch as he sprouts to the sky,
His beauty and loving heart soaring high.
Could it be just another year,
One destined to leave me in tears,
Or is it a momentous occasion,
A turn of time with persuasion,
And a final blow to my chest, OUCH!

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Poem for an Image

10/02/202510/03/2025trE

#8: Playing Catch-up

Birthday Gifts for Caison and Jaidynn (my baby cousins). Jaidy’s birthday was on August 11th, and Caison’s birthday is October 7th. Jaidy’s gifts are called “Just Because” gifts in her card, but I could not afford to get her anything for her birthday this year because Jernee was so sick and in and out of the Emergency Vet, and my poor pockets had been SCREAMING bloody murder. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

caring for my dying love made
my pockets thinner than
before–I missed Jaidy’s birthday.

it’s a blow to my pride to
not be able to shower my girl
with gifts on the day she was gifted to us.

making up for it at the same
time Caison’s 8th approaches
will push my heart to higher heights.

she knows where I stand.
she remembers every offering of
love she has ever received from me.

now that there isn’t a mouth
begging for money I can’t get
from trees, the babies shine brighter.

I’m playing catch-up, and I
am not ashamed to admit why I
couldn’t give what I wanted to.

I am not ashamed because life
happened upon me in a way
I never thought it would.

Death costs an arm and a leg,
and after you’ve run out of those limbs,
there aren’t many more to give.

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with a previous place of employment, as it pertains to racism and discrimination, growth from the transition after resigning from that company, and life’s foibles and overall experiences. I welcome your visit.

My Kid Sister Isn’t a Baby Anymore

07/09/202507/13/2025trE

And I honestly don’t know how I feel about that.

*Sobs uncontrollably all over these photos*

If you’ve been following this blog for a while (or my previous blog before it) or you’ve followed me on Medium, then you’ve likely read about my kid sister. Today is her 26th birthday, and it hit me like a Mack truck that my baby is no longer a baby. She’s closer to 30 now than she is to age 20, and I’m seriously in my feelings about it.

I’m wallowing in crocodile tears, mentally flipping through the memories of us as she was growing up, and reminiscing about her toddler years, and I am NOT okay. Lol!

She’s beautiful. She’s intelligent. She’s talented in so many ways. She has a love for musicality and can sing the socks off most people I know. To say that I’m proud of her is a major understatement.

Here’s a snippet from her birthday poem:

You are the blessing I
prayed for–my dream come
true. Every day, I am
wowed by the woman you
are becoming, and I bow
before your changes.

You restore all that is
good within me, and there’s
no price for that.
I’ll never be able to repay
you, but I’ll love you until
my last breath.

I wished for a sister for so long. It was one of the things that was HIGH on my list of wants as I was growing up. To have that dream come true and my wish granted when I was 19 years old was one of the happiest moments of my life.

Bless, you are amazing, and I am so proud of the woman you have become, and I look forward to who you will be in the future. Keep shining, kiddo! I love you!

Please join me in wishing the kid a Happy Birthday, folks! 26 years on this earth is a testimony nowadays, and I am over-the-moon that she has one!

I Am More Than My Rejections

04/29/202504/29/2025trE

NaPoWriMo #24 A Cinquain

My lovely birthday gift from my kid sister. I adore it, and I will cherish it for many years to come. I can’t wait to drape myself in it later on this evening! Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

I am
Who I will be
When I put my best self
Forward in everything I do
I am

Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

I recently signed up to write on Substack as well. Poking the Bear’s Belly for Fun is a place of healing as I speak about the most recent events with my place of employment as it pertains to racism and discrimination. I welcome your visit.

**The Crush and I had another conversation post-my initial video sent to her of me shooting my shot. And the follow-up discussion was so I could gain clarity on some things and understand what was being said and what was NOT being said.

Sometimes I have to have things put to me very plainly so I can process them. It is always a gamble with anyone when approaching them with some form of keen interest, it is moreso a gamble while being bisexual and approaching a woman you love and have loved for over three years, nearly four, and crushed on for close to three years.

Needless to say, we will remain friends. She has never been attracted to women outside of simple admiration for them and respect for our overall physical beauty. And the last thing we need is for us to embark on a path toward a relationship, get involved, and a dude comes along who she’s MORE interested in, and then leaves me high and dry. Not good.

I’m still proud of myself. I did a thing I never thought I would do as it relates to her and my feelings for her.

But I won’t lie. It hurts. One day, it won’t, though. And that’s life. I am who I will be when I put my best self forward, in everything I do. I am.

steady: a birthday poem

04/18/202504/18/2025trE

NaPoWriMo #17

steady: a birthday poem ©2025 Tremaine L. Loadholt

Some parts of this poem are fiction–some of it is non-fiction. Have you gotten your copy of my new book: a collection of serial tales & flash fiction, Séduire (E-Book and Paperback) yet?

a sustainable love

03/31/2025trE

Mook’s birthday poem

I haven’t always been my best self
but who has?
you have been by my side:
trustworthy, steadfast, honest, and sure.
I wouldn’t want anyone else
doing this battling life with me.

over two decades have passed, and we’re still
standing – still lending listening ears – still
comforting each other when peace
is interrupted.
we have gained more than we lost.

our lives have been touched by the
beauty of growth and we are walking
up immeasurable ladders of time – patience
tested at every turn, yet we stand.

if ever a war enters your realm, I will
be ready to unleash a wrath
no one saw coming.

I am certain, if you have been reading my work for years, you’ve seen many poems written about and for Mook. Today is her birthday, and I am blessed beyond measure to still know, still love, still be able to look at this woman and say, “Hey! That’s my best friend, and I will go to war for her!” Because I will. Happy Birthday, boo! May it be everything you want and need it to be from this moment and for all to come.