Georgetown’s Angel

Dedicated to The Family

RIP Johnnie Mae Carter… our Angel

North Kensington will never be the same. A left turn on East pulls you to the corner of North where a right turn is made. Slowly coming down a hill where children are seen playing, vehicles lined on the left side of the curb where laughter can be heard from afar. Curiosity is peaked, the car brakes are lightly pressed which stops in front of a warming smile with such welcoming. A woman of grace and integrity is seen surrounded by the very creations of love and compromising that solidifies her as the importance we’ve all have to come love. A warm feeling of being invited to a family filled with such laughter and memorable moments that’ll live with us all till the end of time. No goodbyes, no tears, no more pain, no more suffering. We all have our memories of you….. and that’s enough to understand that God needed you more.

You’re our angel,

Georgetown’s Angel

– C.A. Thomas

Perfect Sense (In a not so perfect world)

If love is the achievable for us all and if this choice we call “love” is our desire to fulfill then why do we suffer in making the attempt of loving another? We use our best efforts in reaching those of potential in hopes of not only delivering the best of our abilities, but the failure of reciprocation possibly hindering us in being afraid in establishing second or third chances. If you’re reading this of course it’ll make perfect sense to you but the realization is quite common…… in a not so perfect world caution possibly keeps us at ease in fear of objectifying the inevitable that keeps us correct in another’s intentions, instead of giving ourselves time to remain patient for the potential that our heartbreak and tears deserve.

We deserve no less than the best.

– C.A. Thomas

Share yourself with me.

Share yourself with me. Allow your life to become apart of me. Exchanging our hesitations, replacing with similar vibrations we identify by the flow of our language. Share your yourself with me, the frustrations and tears you’ve hidden in fear of me thinking of you differently. What if I shared my love with you, revealing my heartaches and frustrations to you? Would you stay and feel obliged in healing a writer’s craft? Or would you abandon our page with only blue lines to ignore? Share yourself with me, so I can explore the true vessel of you in the form of something real, something sincere with such meaningful purpose.

Share yourself with only me….. cause I’m stingy like that.

– C.A. Thomas

The Paintbrush Of Expectations.

A child can teach us the responsibility of parenting and as the reward itself is garnered through expectations. It’s too easy to disappoint, so cruel in painting a canvas of hope if you’re not willing to demonstrate the details to a child who’s eager paint their own. I’ve learned that it’s wise if not best to never hold expectations on anyone who may not exactly fit the role of an artist. Sometimes it’s better to observe the view from a distance instead of jumping in to finger paint.

I need my own paintbrush.

– C.A. Thomas

Shorter Time

Time is much shorter than we anticipate. Fun quickens time, boredom prolongs time yet we complain of being elsewhere than where we’re meant to be. Sadly it takes the death of someone we’re familiar with in recognizing that time is only shortened tremendously the minute funeral arrangements are orchestrated, the coffin is carefully selected, and the burial plot is already prepared. Our memories are blatantly scarce within a second, our goodbyes are securely tucked away in prevention, hoping denial is only as false as the perception of letting go.

– C.A. Thomas

Catch Me

Falling hard is how I’m feeling lately. My knees have weakened, even in practicing different stances to keep my balance. I can easily recollect on the good I’ve done but I’m falling, still losing a balance I once believed set in stone. If I were caught I’d embrace the capturer, soaking in tears I never knew were there, staring in a pair of eyes I never knew were watching, hearing a soft voice my ears have yet to earn. Catch me so I’ll become yours, teach me in understanding the ways of you, adoring you, loving you, appreciating every part of you that’ll intensify my inquisitive.

Catch me, hold onto me.

– C.A. Thomas

Henry (Fidell)

Dedicated to Andrea & Christian.

Never met a true hustler till I met you. We have our stories, our versions till we meet the individual who’s character reveals the path we’re destined to cross. My version of you is recalled like yesterday’s recollection as a man known in creating opportunities beyond the inevitable, giving your best in seeing others succeed before your very self. Only God knows your heart more than we’ve anticipated, only God knew your smile better than we’ve speculated and only God granted us to you in a period that convinced us all that no matter what….. even angels can make the doubtful believe that good has walked amongst us. Rest on Henry, God has you now.

– C.A. Thomas