Good evening and welcome home, already.
I get lonely without you; I’m so solo-steady.

Here’s a drink to curb your edge; tonight, call me Becky.
Let’s play a game of “Percale Chess;” tonight you can ‘check me.’

Come on and affect me. By all means be effective.
I’m Queen, you’re King.  Let’s intertwine our collective.

Connecting dots of intentional deeds,
drawing lines and reaping seeds.
Your majestic vision supersedes the weeds.
Thrive in the moment of you and me.

Who, me? You know my spin.
I’m categorized in the “Writers” bin.

Shakespeare, Langston, Paul Dunbar, and Dr. Seuss
nourished my poetic roots; thus, I bear a similar fruit.

Though, mine is much juicier and sweeter.
A connection with me, means that you’re a reader

of grown content… and that’s good.
because I’m all about the water & the wood.

How much wood could a wood-chuck chuck if a wood-chuck could chuck wood?
My name ain’t Chuck but I chuck much. I’m a southern girl.  It’s understood.

This Friday’s chuck, by all accounts is 100% Grade A.
I’m Qui
flirting with thee, via a little tongue & cheek Grown Folks word play.

I pray thee tell me, how was your earning day?
Lean in close and whisper how you wielded a slay.
I root for you daily; “Yasss Bae. Hooray!”

Now, put down the telephone –
and commitment to being grown.
I’m so very glad that you’re home.