Tag: Birthdays

NaPoWriMo #23

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cherished words

Birthday Cards ©2024 Tremaine L. Loadholt

I can’t really say I’m
a card collector, but
I collect cards . . .

on holidays, just because,
special events, sympathy,
and empathy, and to say
“Thank You”.

but when my arms
hold cherished words
handpicked by loved ones
who have loved me for
decades, I collect their
beauty and it renews
my soul.

nothing is said better
than words dancing on
pure art selected with
YOU in mind, covered in
their own colorful
envelope–mailed or
plopped in your hand
in person.

and nothing can compare
to the feeling I get
when I read those
words repeatedly and
experience
the love they have
for me all over again.

NaPoWriMo #17

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44

Getting ready for 44, ©2024 Tremaine L. Loadholt


44 in ’24, an 80s’ baby
with a big heart
stamps the world
with this age

blessed to breathe
into it
many did not
make it and many
never will

and as I reflect on all
things prayed for
and all things dismissed
I’m glad I can
discern between
scapegoats and non-Judases

at my big age
I don’t need to dissect
life into halves

there isn’t a
petri dish big enough
for untimely surprises

hello 44

if you’re here to
stay the full year
let’s agree to
give “bold” a new
look

I’m down if
you are

NaPoWriMo #11

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soon come

44 will be here soon
and I flail my limbs,
worried that age will
age me

the plan is to steal away
to my homestate and
build with Earths and Gods
and have a family
affair with the bloodline

the dog will be in tow
as I shift from place
to place lacing the
spaces with my presence

I’ll finally meet my ex’s
wife and their beautiful
girls, stuff my belly alongside
my favorite veteran, and
chop it up with the elders
as I drink in their wisdom

I want to build on
future dreams that’ll
propel me forward and
lay down the past ache
that follows me when
I visit home

maybe this year
it’ll be different

Six

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We celebrated one of my favorite little humans’ sixth birthday yesterday, and we all had such a great time!

Caison is growing up so fast, and time isn’t being kind in allowing me to enjoy his growth at a slower pace.

But that’s life with the wee ones, isn’t it?

I have this feeling that my baby cousin will do great things when he gets older. I am claiming it and walking in my manifestation for him.

Caison Michael at his flag football game on his birthday; October 07, 2023. Photo Credit Tremaine L. Loadholt
Our birthday song to him. Video credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

Packaged joy and smiles
For a handsome six-year-old
Makes my heart happy
Time cannot be stopped for him
And with this, I must find peace

NaPoWriMo #17

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43

Playing with the camera. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

birthday tip-toed into
the morning sun shadows, greeted me with open arms,
and begged me to get
up and play with it.

one more year is here to
plaster me in hope and grind
me down to a newer version
of myself I’ve been shelving for
decades.

I tell it I’ll surrender under
one condition, and that’s if
it’ll give me fifteen minutes
in a room with my dead
cousin, unbothered by a
world that keeps shifting
with every breath I take.

it’s an interrogation of sorts;
how I attempt to negotiate
getting older and being
happy while doing it, instead
of drowning myself in
sadness.

“I’m better now.
I’m healing.
I’m giving myself the
grace everyone says I
should.”

and time is offering me
an extended contract
with every bell and whistle
I prayed for, and I don’t
know if I should sign.

but there’s hope for
me yet.
I’ve made it to 43, and
I do not feel the same.

“This is good”, I tell
myself.
“This is very good.”