Poetry: My Voice: Catching Up

Poetry: My Voice: Catching Up: So, I missed my post yesterday due to a very hectic schedule...five different plays, a kindergarten program (by the way my baby is destined ...

Letting Go

So on Sunday the preacher's topic was Letting Go. Letting Go? You may ask yourself what does that mean exactly? Well, he gave many examples of things that we need to let go of, such as past pain, hurt, frustration, revenge, negativity, etc. I could go on, but I think you get my drift. Well, most people would like to think they are free of their past, however, since we are just humans after all, I think that we all have some things that still grip us, and hinder us from being the blessed children of God that we should be. Therefore I share these lines with you...the task of letting go of things that have been with us for a long time is hard, but the reward of shedding the dead weight of those things is PRICELESS!

Letting Go (by Jay-Me)

Your tentacles clung to my flesh in a death grip
deeper and deeper I would drip
drip into your miserable depressed web of deceit
Walking around in defeat
With years of anger, frustration, hurt, and pain, laying claim to my frame
as if they were my identity instead of the true me
the girl with a smile in place, a jilt to her step, and a faith built on experience, and a love only God could give
Are you for real?
Trying to hold me down, lowly to the ground, walking with my head down?  
Please know you are the jester, you are the clown!
For I learned that giving it up is better then giving in,
I also learned that revenge is not my friend
So all the things that had me bound, I release them with joy, I lay them down
So know that although you thought to break me, overtake me, and turn me around
I'm letting go of every single thing that sought to weigh me down
I'm Letting go, Letting go, Letting go
and in letting go, I know for sure
in my release I will be  
Forever free
Living in God's intended purpose for me
LET IT GO!

My Uncle By Jamie W Hoffman

In honor of my Uncle Buddy I write this poem with love, gone, but not forgotten!

I remember when your old gray truck would rumble up the dirt road
You'd swagger in the house in your polyester shorts and high top socks and flip flops with a grin on your face and with our little legs we would race, race to see you
excitement would fill our hearts at the thought of a trip to the convenient mart
or a spin in your front seat, we would let our imaginations soar as we drove around Grandma Pearl's yard going nowhere but loving every minute of it
candy treats and wise cracking jokes were your gifts to us
and as a reward Grandma Pearl always had something sweet for you to eat
cake, bread pudding, turnovers, and pies were all like sunshine to your eyes
for I remember those days well, long ago but never gone
You, the Patriarch of the family, not just an Uncle, but our Uncle, not just a Buddy,
But our Buddy, Our much loved Uncle Buddy!  

Jamie Wiggins Hoffman

I am by Jamie Wiggins Hoffman

I am
I am not just a woman
I am not just a sister
I am not just a mother
I am not just a friend
I am not just a wife
I am
I am a woman of color with love for all
I am a sister with listening ears and words to encourage through all of life's struggles
I am a mother with overflowing love and compassion for my own training and teaching to make them strong
I am a friend until the end my support will never end
I am a wife of virtue and half to his whole the missing link to his soul
I am beyond all of this the purpose filled creature created by God to give glory to his name and let his praises ring to the end of my life until my last breath it is my desire to be used by him until my rest!