Cup of Tea Poetry

So many times when someone dies (particularly expectantly) you here someone say, "You never know" or "You just never know"... but the truth is we do! We do know that tomorrow is not promised, that life can change in a blink of an eye. We know that the last time you see someone may be the last time. We know life is short. We know people can leave us at any moment. We do know...we just forget...

I don't know when I stopped being great. But I am great no longer. My words cease to usher any meaning. My thoughts often fleeting... I don't know when I stopped being great.

A year ago, I couldn’t fathom how I would make it to this day October 5th...the day after October 4 th … the day my life changed forever…the day where I began to question everything I thought I knew, the day where my future began to look hazy…the day consistency was broken, and my one constant since life began was gone. I couldn't even comprehend the idea of living in a world without my father...and I still can't. But let me tell you, God's grace is sufficient and sustaining. It carries me even when I don't feel it, especially on those days where I question him, and I don’t understand his plan. There will always be an emptiness in my heart, and I will never seek to fill it. That space is reserved just for Daddy. 

God doesn’t make mistakes. My mind is convinced... My heart needs a little more time. He is infinite and all wise All knowing and sovereign I dare not question His plan But this time… This one time… I think He got it wrong. For all intents and purposes I know He knows best. I know His plans are greater than my plans And His thoughts greater than my thoughts His ways are not my ways But perhaps this time… This one time… Maybe He got it wrong? I believe in the power of the Almighty. There is no one like Him. He the great Jehovah The mighty God The One who sits high And looks low. He who rules and super-rules the universe. The one who created this earth from nothing Breathed the breath of life into man Separates the night from the day. Maybe just maybe This one time He got it wrong. The wind and rain obey Him! The thunder rolls at the sound of his voice! The world cradled in the palm of his...

I don’t like speaking of you in past tense. It echoes an unfamiliar sound. You are not the past. You are now. You are forever. I’ll never get used to use to’s Or remembering whens The present doesn’t exist without you. The future… Well… I can’t perceive it without you. My mind will never settle in your silence. My heart will never make peace with your absence. I will always long for your presence in the present. I don’t like speaking of you in past tense. It’s just not right. Written by: Melinda Y. Tomlinson 2017®

Simply put… You are beautiful. Your life is beautiful. Your soul is breathtaking. Your spirit is radiating. How you love me, Is truly amazing. Your being is awe inspiring. You are my reason.   2015 ®

You are beautiful What “lies” in the mirror blurs See the truth inside

I’m so glad you’re home! So glad to see your face! Can’t wait for your hugs I've been waiting to greet you all day To salute you with my kiss! Hmmm… Everything seems all right with the world now. 2015 ®

I’m in a state of funk right now, you know When I don’t wanna come or go Sit and sulk down in my zone I don’t mean to be rude This is just the vibe I choose...today Don’t bother me with highs and lows I’m neither hot nor cold Tomorrow I’ll be bright and shiny Flying high on life Written by Melinda Y. Tomlinson 2015©

I am addicted to you Lost in survival mode Taking you as needed for pain Taken on an empty heart For immediate relief I ingest you into my soul For complete saturation I need you for full functionality Awaken my brain Alert! High! You are habit forming Don’t give me a remedy I walk the 12 steps that lead back to you   Written by: Melinda Y. Tomlinson 2015 ©

Is it wrong to lie to preserve the provision of sanity? Is it wrong to disguise torment to reveal the overwrought ambitiousness of hope? Is it wrong to hold on to this truth? Though dark and ugly… It’s sacred to me. A costly paradigm that strains the life from me. Sometimes it’s all I have to hold on to. My way of knowing I still have breath.   written by Melinda Y. Tomlinson   ©2015  

I give her permission...   To love herself   Be good to herself   Admire herself   Embrace herself   To know herself   I give my permission   For her to be proud of herself   Renew herself   Rebound herself   Over estimate herself   I give myself permission to   Desire myself   Want my myself    Encourage myself   Be myself   I give me my permission   My permission is golden

For once, I would like to look temptation in her eyes and say "I've defeated you".   For once, just once, at the end of the day, I would like to exhale and know I stayed strong . For once, I would like to stand on the edge of the cliff, look over, and not leap. For once, I would like to embrace my inner win . For once, I don't want to end my day with regret. For once, I want to reach the finish line. For once, I want to see to the end of the test. For once, I want to succeed. For once, I want to think it, see it, then accomplish it. For once, I want to say 'I use to'. For once, I want to 'remember when'. For once, I'd like to reflect back on who I was...and see the difference in who I am   For once, I don't want to wish or hope or wonder , For once, I just want to be .