It is what it is – Another Side Of Valentines


She leaned back smiling,

‘Why the smile?’ he asked.

She replied-

‘Because it is what it is.

Not a love of wanting and passion

But one that is born of familiarity and respect.

Not one that has left my heart racing-

But one that I know will always be.

Your love has always been like the seasons

Each spell bringing its own characteristics.

There has never been a constant

Nothing that I could be sure of.

One minute you would be infatuated with me, the next…

Well I would be surprised if you remembered my name.

Although something inside would always nag at me and would say that the love was still there.

But it was and is sometimes hard to see it.

Don’t  get me wrong, I am grateful for you and your presence.

The presence of this familiarity.

Yeah, I know what you are thinking…..

There she goes again, dictating how to love, dictating what love is, dictating, dictating…

You know I have never been a tyrant, or that person in charge

So it is funny how you would call it dictating.

I call it sharing with the man I love.

Sharing my thoughts and opinions.

Or maybe they should be kept inside.

A woman should be seen and not heard.

That’s what your daddy told you right?

Yeah, that makes me smile-

As you loved me for having my own mind before,

But that was before I became your wife.

I really do love you

And I have loved being with you over all of these years,

But you know what I wish….

I honestly wish that through the ups and the downs you had just kept on loving me despite it all….

Despite the fact that the kids where bothering you

Despite the fact that money was tight and things were rough

Despite the fact that there was a lack of alcohol in your system

Despite the fact that I did not like your new female ‘friend’

Despite the fact that you were just pissed off at the world and all that it encompassed

Despite all of that.

Because when I was sick I loved you,

When I was mad at you I loved you,

When I was alone, home with the kids and no adult conversation for days I loved you,

When we were broke I loved you,

When you told her you loved her and I overheard I still loved you,

Despite all of that I loved you’.

She reached for her walking stick.

‘But as I said’ she looked at him, ‘it is what it is’.

‘What the hell are you talking about?’ He asked.

She smiled again and raised her aged body up from the chair.

On seeing the pain in her face he got up and stretched out an arm towards her,

‘You need some help?’ He asked.

‘No’ she said, ‘But thanks for showing love’.



To My Folks Whom I Love

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Image courtesy of africa /

Too many times we leave for last the things we now should say,

Too many times our lives, our days; they get so in the way,

We go about evaluating all we see with the eye,

But spend little time considering the things that happen inside.

We forget to say thanks to those who raised us, from a cell to man and woman,

We forget to include them in our present thinking, they will not understand,

A simple thought would tell us that they have lived this before,

Ignorance and arrogance denying that of this world they know more.

You look at the frame, you look at the face and say they do not know of the now,

But a little time and a little talk will illustrate exactly and precisely how-

They know of the now that matters- of the things that trouble you deep,

Of the headaches and heartaches and sorrows of all that cause to weep.

So deep in the night whilst angels sleep in a bed just like the one where you once lay,

Yesterday the angels were you, but they take the form of your children today,

And just like you oh so long ago while they dream blue streams and green hills,

Their parents argue and fuss and cry about debts, lack of money and bills.

Just because these same spirits of yesterday don’t use YouTube and Netflix like you,

Doesn’t mean that the importance of the today is something relatively new-

No in today’s ‘what really matters’ are the sweat and the tears of those past,

All the other stuff just falls by the wayside those are not the things that will last.

So take the time and converse with those who have been there and seen,

Because our reality of today is so parallel to what has already been,

And they have been there and made it and can still sit back and smile,

They know how to get up the energy, produce the strength for the last mile.

So please talk listen understand because the blessing will not always be,

And in time all we will be left with is just this generation of you and me,

So laugh with them, engulf them, be with them and understand,

And as you sit laughing and talking, say thank you and gently hold their hand.


Copyright 2013