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--Laura Blackman
Dallas, Texas
I Can't Give Up
I’m starting to feel pretty frustrated. This is harder than I anticipated. I’ve never been one to be easily beat, But I’m close to admitting to my defeat.
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I close my eyes and there you are
To brighten up my day.
If this life lasts a thousand years
I’ll always feel this way.
You have this way of saying things
That speak right to my heart.
Whenever I’m angry you make me laugh
Before the fight can start.
Romance, passion, thoughtfulness,
I couldn’t ask for more.
That’s why each day I love you
more than the day before.
We’ve had our fights. I must admit
There were some heated ones.
But there’s more fun in making up,
After the yelling is done.
No one is ever perfect.
We know this, you and I.
We’ve found what seems to work for us.
Let others wonder why.
© 2007 Felecia Okpagu
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Introduction
This poem is dedicated to the memory of my grandmother (my mother’s mom). She’s been gone for several years now, but I wrote, framed and presented this poem to her several years prior to her death. She loved it and always kept it nearby. She was so very special. You can see some of that by reading the poem. Now and always, Ms. Jessie Mae is loved and truly missed. |
I have just a few words to say
About my grandma, Jessie Mae.
She’s eighty-nine and don’t take no stuff,
And when necessary she’s just plain tough.
With a mean look or a willow tree vine
Grandma kept us kids in line.
If you dare talked back, she made it clear
The day of your funeral was almost here.
People at home and far away
Love to visit Ms. Jessie Mae.
She tells you stories of long ago
About people and places that we all know.
Ms. Jessie Mae’s cooking is the best.
No other could ever pass the test.
That Butter-roll and that sweet potato pie
Could bring a tear to the driest eye.
At Handy Chapel she taught and sang,
Always ready when that churchbell rang.
Ever ready to serve and to do.
Always one of the faithful few.
This doesn’t begin to tell the story
Of Ms. Jessie Mae and all her glory.
There’s just not enough time or space
To describe a woman of such grace.
She loves little toys, gags and jokes,
And watching Atlanta’s “Braves” play for folks.
Ms. Jessie Mae is like no other
And I’m so proud cause she’s MY GRANDMOTHER.
© 2007 Felecia Okpagu
He was the backbone of Handy Chapel.
Probably first in the membership book.
Young and old knew him by sight.
They all called him “Mr. Cook”.
Superintendent of the Sunday School,
And a choir member too,
He even filled in as janitor
If that’s what he had to do.
Chauffeur for all the children
To meetings near and far.
I never knew so many people
Could fit into one car.
At Christmas he put up the tree
And all the decorations.
There was candy and fruit for all the kids
Who gave their recitations.
At Easter I still remember him singing
About how “Christ Arose”.
You don’t find many like him today,
But I guess that’s the way life goes.
He’s dead and gone but I believe
His name was in God’s book.
But still, in Handy Chapel,
They all remember “Mr. Cook”.
© 2007 Felecia Okpagu
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