I Can't Remember

These arms can't remember waking up without you wrapped in them.

I can't remember a day that didn't start with your smile.

I can't remember a day not being mesmerized by your long elegant stride.

I just can’t remember a day without you…

Just can’t remember what sunshine would be without you in it.

I can't remember what a moonlit night would be without your hand in mine.

I can’t remember a day not filled with thoughts of you.

I asked God to hold my memories for me... Just in case I can't remember.

I love you sweetheart! Glad the tomb is empty.

Red is the Color I Love

Blue is my favorite color but red is the color I love to see Janet in. Shout out to Carla Robertson , she created the dress and assisted in raising my "blood pressure". I really do adore this woman in the red dress. Two weeks before we were married I moved to Texas with $50 in my pocket and no job. I was terrified to stand before God, Rev. CBT Smith, Golden Gate and her “entire” family, unemployed! God blessed me with a job a week before the ceremony (whew!). I can still feel the eyes on my neck as I said “I do”. This year we will have been a couple 46 years and married 40. I don’t have an emotional, physical, or spiritual choice but to love her. God said so. Janet believed in not only me, she believed in us. I love you sweetheart. March 27, May 7, 9, June 27, 2021. Glad The Tomb Is Empty

Just For You My Son

We didn’t get out much together last year. Janet worked from home and I was an “essential” worker. I was asked a lot. “How is Janet or how’s your wife?” My response close to if not is always the same, “just as cute as she wanna be!” Most of the time I’m blushing inside and trying not to fumble with my words. It’s because at that very moment she is running through my mind with no boundaries. From time to time I have asked God if He is sure she is all mine. “Just for you my son.” “There are so many things that are not supposed to be, except you and me.” I love you, sweetheart! March 27, May 7, 9, June 27, 2021.

Glad The Tomb Is Empty

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine

Solomon said “I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine…. I have found the one whom my soul loves.” The journey to realize this has been long but worth every step. I used to struggle with how to talk to you, how to hold you, how to keep you close, how to keep you at peace in the midst of my battles with the principalities of this world. My self-perceived inadequacies brought me\us to our knees but opened the door for God. I couldn’t imagine taking one breath without you, yet my mind's inability to yield to my heart's “just because love” clouded the path that God had for us. You never asked me for more than me. I am so sorry it took me a “few” years to figure out who he was. I could see us in your eyes and it always calmed my troubled spirit. You knew who he was. Now I do too. He loves you, sweetheart.

Glad The Tomb Is Empty.

To Be Honest

To be honest there are times when it is so confusing when you love a woman. Everything you are taught growing up has to be thrown out the big picture window in the living room you weren’t allowed to go into. Don’t get me wrong, I know it is confusing and sometimes painful to love me because there are times I don’t like myself when I’m trying to navigate our relationship. Many years ago I committed to getting as close to you as God would allow. Your smile, your gaze, your “aura” called me and enticed my youthful heart. It has been a while since I saw my own “footsteps” in the sand. I know He carries me and I know He binds us. I know He feeds our “us” with His holy spirit. He explained that It is not the fall that destroys relationships. It is how and where you land. I fell towards your love and landed in your arms. Being submerged in another heart is not the problem. It is how long you stay there and what you find there. I found you in Him. In 1981 when I left the nest I didn’t think about falling. Your love had already filled my wings with our future. I love you, sweetheart! Glad the tomb is empty!

Multi-Mother's Day Tribute

My Multi-Mother’s Day tribute. Thought I would include women in my life that poured some of them into me at different points in my life.  My maw-maw, Dorothy Peeler gave birth and life to me.  Her hard work and goal identification has always driven me to keep pressing.  My aunt Earline (Babysister) Willis fed my curiosity and intellect every time she had a chance.  She could not stand to see me idle. There were library drop-offs with a book report due on pickup. El train rides from the beginning to the end of the line and back so I could see more than just my neighborhood. Aunt Anna Hines taught me about consequences at a time when I was hurting and very angry with the world. That time under her roof was critical to tomorrow, because I did not care about today. My “sistergirl”, Stephanie Harden encouraged me to fly but never before I was ready to make it past the horizon.  She was tough but fair. My love for her runs deep.  Mrs. Gloria Turner and Mrs. Mary Stampley, were my best friend’s mothers. The kept me honest and fed me wisdom and food when they knew I needed it. I am proud to be introduced as their other son. Mrs. Betty Green counseled and prayed for a struggling young man growing into the maturity it took to lead a family. I have saved her voice mails. I miss her so.  God brought all of these woman into my life just when I needed them the most. I salute them and praise God for sending me who I needed, when I needed them.  Happy Mother’s Day on both sides of the Jordan.  Glad the tomb is empty. 

Happy Birthday Sweetheart

Love, want, need, desire, even crave, are mere Webster defined words that cannot truly describe how all of me reacts when you stroll across my mind. I crave the soft subtlety of who you are and the strong woman that challenges my sensibility. You have always fulfilled the desires of my heart even when my mind disagreed. I know that I am living within the boundaries of your heart. There I find my joy. I want your face to be the first and last vision my eyes record for my heart of every day.  This is especially true for this day when God unleashed you into this world and ultimately into my arms.  Happy Birthday Sweetheart.  I’m still in love with you.