Growing up as a child, I had a lot of “so called suckers,” come my way. I have to admit, I favored the Lollipop. We got close, eventually it just became Lolli, for short. Being an only child, I enjoyed our time together; that lasted into my teens. When it came to describing Lolli, sweet would be an understatement. I stuck with Lolli, because of all the sweet moments. The color of love, changing before your very eyes. I would like to dispel the notion, “that a sucker is born every minute.” I know for a fact, they’re made… sweet. Made sweet like Lolli, people are the ones; that label them a sucker. Like that of the heart of a child, I treated them with love, and truly savored the moment. I believe, that most people didn’t take the time to understand; that sucker have it hard. Suckers lived, from hand to mouth; knowing, tomorrow is never promised. It was never about a sugar rush, but slow and steady; the store was so far. Why I now know how, to walk a mile, or two!
Back in the 80’s, so many sucker… MC’s; tried to wRap, but they couldn’t live up to my expectations. For so many, the outside was a hard facade; but what revealed itself from the inside, showed the true color. As a child, you can learn a lot; from the simplest things. You can learn, the meaning of phrases like; that’s sweet, you’re sweet. Then when you grow up, you understand the true meaning; to many of life’s lessons, and what source truly gives everything; the truest layers of sweetness. For all the Lollipops in the world, my every child appreciate your worth. The life of a sucker, short lived, and I always felt so bad; for those poor suckers. Well, just for the minute, or two; it took me to appreciate the sweetest moment. So many suckers, tried to sway me; to be their one and only. But, truth be told; I only had eyes for my sweet Lollipop. Well, until a teenage boy met his forever. Gave his heart to a soulful New Edition, the sweetest Candy… Girl, and to this day still living… happily ever after!
Hope you all enjoyed, this lollipop tale; and got a takeaway. It’s tongue and cheeky, but there’s a moral of this story. We all have memorable moments in our life, a story to tell. We just need to see it, through the right perspective. Growing up, I spent a lot of time alone; within my own vivid imagination. My world, seen through the heart lens, of an introverted prism. Life is short, and even though it doesn’t turn out the way we would have hoped? We need to live it with no regrets, make the best of every choice. The good, and the bad; what brings our hearts, to a predestined destination. Be inspired, to live your heart to fullest. And when soul, truly comes face to face; with the greatest love, a heart can ever know? May greatness be truly realized, as just the starting point. I can tell a thousand stories, but may heart will always point the way; to only one God! Be blessed!