Jernee: A Glimpse

Jernee: staring intently at me while my mom prepares a lunch she cannot have–sloppy joes. Video created by Tremaine L. Loadholt

I have my mom over for the weekend, and this is just a short clip from yesterday, of Jernee intently staring directly at me because she wanted some of what my mom was preparing to eat, which she could NOT have–sloppy joes!

When these two get together, a barrel of laughs is had. Lol. You can hear my mom talking in the background stating something along the lines of, “You keep saying she can’t hear and can’t see” and also, “She wasn’t paying me any kind of attention.”

My mom is a loud talker. Everything she says is at a volume I’d consider NOT being an “inside voice.” I’m certain that’s the blend of the Bronx, New York and West Savannah, Georgia deeply embedded in her upbringing. Lol!

I’m forever “Shushing” her and to no avail. Oh, but she is certainly funny, and Jernee & I enjoy her company from time to time.

She can be a bit much, though. This weekend, however, we are managing not to get on each other’s nerves too badly. So, I’ll take it.

Also, this is my first post using the Jetpack app which WordPress has basically shoved down my throat. Please tell me if the post is generated okay for you on your end.

I’ve also been using the Jetpack reader for about three days. Not bad. Not bad at all, actually. I may end up being a fan.

Your Poem From Me Request #7

The Giving Cause: This Mother’s Love

Haiku, 7 Parts

I’d gift-wrap the sun
and host it over your heart
giving you pure light

Harper, my first girl
this mother can find no words
expressing my love

a reason to live
enhanced by your smiling eyes
I’m yours forever

and to you, baby
God made the perfect painting
when he gave me you

Everly, sweet girl
you were here before, I think
old soul, moon seeker

this mother’s love is
an unscalable mountain
an ocean of care

my girls, my world is
a bold sunbeam of wonder
I will not fail you

Thank you to J. Bug, (a co-worker of mine) for allowing me to gift a poem to you. I will never know what it feels like to be a mother, but I am glad I got to experience writing this poem.

To learn more about Your Poem From Me: The Giving Cause, click here. Let me write a poem for you. I can give it life.