Tag: Birthdays

Undeniable

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The Gift of Friendship

Undeniable by Tremaine L. Loadholt. Created with Canva.

had I known I’d spend
almost 30 years loving
someone as magical as
you, I would have begged
God to have us meet
sooner.

you give the word “joy”
a whole new meaning.
I think of you and smile
uncontrollably – you ignite
the happier moments
of my life. grateful is an
understatement.

you are blessed to gift
people your heart and you
do it effortlessly.
I’m so proud to witness
your growth and to say
confidently, “She’s one
of my closest friends, and
I love her.”

for as long as the Lord
sees fit to bond us,
I will sing to the mountaintops
of the beauty of our
friendship, and I hope
the angels hear me
far and wide.

I’m willing to lose my
voice over the gift of
you.

Karen, you are an amazing human being, and you have changed my life significantly. Thank you for being who you are. Happy Birthday! I hope and pray that you are blessed to see many more. I love you!

Victoria’s Poem

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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! 💙❤️💜

For You, My Love, On Your Birthday

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Chrissy & I during one of my birthday weekends (maybe my 37th birthday?) in Orlando, Florida. Photo Credit: My cousin, Phil, her husband.

Two full years now
And I’m still trying
But it has gotten better
Without you

It’s not my best
But I do give it my all
Effort isn’t wasted
Without you

It’s colder now
I could use one of your hugs
October isn’t as scary
Without you

This morning, I whispered
To the air around me a
Happy Birthday song that sounded flat
Without you

But I wanted you to know
I’ll never forget, we’ll never forget
The perfect thing we had in life
Without you

Happy Birthday, Chrissy. I still miss you. I always will. But it hurts just a little (major emphasis on little) less without you. 🙏🏾💙

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