A Small Part of Me

By Robert E. Wilson

My Synopsis

A Small Part of Me

This book is composed of two different parts, which stems from my life experiences. Part one is titled Mixed Emotions and part two is Lifes Daily Trials.

I use the name Jehovah because Margaret M. Johnson, my beautiful grandmother, spoke of Jehovah every day. Many cultures pray to different names in reference to God. This is the name I heard growing up with a grandmother who singly cared for as many as fourteen children in one household. My wonderful mother, Barbara W. Marsh, taught me its not how well-known you are, its what you do to become well-known. In order to get a friend, you first need to be one. Not all friends turn out to be as true friends as you are to them, but you learn as you go.

Part one is about feelings of the mind, heart, and soul. As we become older, we, in turn, should become wiser. It doesnt happen with everyone because we all sometimes follow when we should lead. In following, I have suffered more than some and less than others, but only Jehovah knows how much either way.

Part two is a compilation of short narratives. The intentions are to strengthen whoever is feeling down about something in their life mentally, physically, spiritually, and emotionally. In time, promoting hope and shedding light on a negative lifestyle. Some of these narratives have changed things in my life that very few people know of today. I hope those that read this book will see that you dont need to go down the wrong path in order to do right. I hope and pray that this book will help you see some things within yourself that could be changed for the better. Each of us have some things that we have been through in life, but the name of the game is survival and education. Jehovah teaches us many things in everyday living, mostly through blessings. Temptation is always going to be there, but its up to each one of us to survive them. We can share our pain with others and hope that they can make a negative decision into a positive one. This book is based on my feelings, my emotions.

Always trust and have faith in Jehovah not man, whom sometimes try to entice you into doing what you would consider as wrong. Its not worth the heartache and trouble, which you can never take back. Relationships, living, dating, and marriagetheyre not for everyone because not everybody is looking for the same things out of a commitment to one another. Know what you want before you act and how to go about getting it. It involves two souls with the same outlook on life to make things work, its never one-sided. Always be definite about what you want out of life and make it a goal, not a job, to get it.

I hope this will educate and inspire others to speak their truths, reach for their goals, and never settle for less than the best. One should live life to the fullest, just as I have been inspired to do just that. Thank you and God bless.

Robert Eugene Wilson

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524536411

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Copyright © 2016 by Robert E. Wilson.

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Index-Poems

MIXED EMOTIONS

Sweet Life

Happy Birthday

A True Friend

Just For You

Complete

In The Streets

Enough Is Enough

As Fake as They Come

Don’t Believe the Hype

To My Educators

Southern Born

The Dinner Table

Wanted

Needed

He’s So Blind

Brothers

Tell Me When

Second Best

The Shadow

I Just Don’t Know

Why Me?

Dammit!

She’s Just Not That Into You!

Question?

New Friend

She had me at the Network Box

My Buddy

Just One Night

In The Bedroom…

A Freaks Prayer

Untitled

Wedding Vow

My Wedding Day

My Vow To You

My Soon to Be

34 Years

I’m Sorry

Lovely Angel

Never Easy

So Long

Merry Christmas

Happy Mother’s Day

Happy Father’s Day

Growing Up

I Want A Divorce

Not Ready

Granny’s Farewell

Index-Short Narratives

LIFE’S DAILY TRIALS

Change is Good

Life

Looking

Just One

Thank You

Happy New Year 2014

What If?

What If Part II

Never Too Late

Prisoner

Relationships

What Is A Friend?

What Is Love?

What the Damn Ladies!

What’s up Ladies?

Footprints II

Why I Won’t Let Love Die

A Happy Ending

The Wounded Lion

B.I.T.C.H.E.S

Dedication

First and foremost, if it weren't for Jehovah, I wouldn't be able to express myself in the manner at which I'm doing because Satan had other plans for me. I just want to let each and every person that has been parts of my life in a positive manner or who buys this book know that I appreciate you and all that you've done. I know I haven't been the easiest brother to a brother, or a brother to a sister that a young man should be but why would I be anything but Geno?

On a serious note though, I truly want to thank each and every one of you for being there physically, emotionally or spiritually. You have been there in times when I didn't know you were there and times when I did. No matter the way you were there for me or the times you were there for me, I knew and I appreciate all that you did. Having a lot of you as childhood friends was a joyous time. Riding bikes in the summer, playing baseball together and on to the gridiron. Every bit of my childhood was as good as one could have it back in the days. We laughed, we cried and there was always someone there to make us smile about something positive. That's what it was all about, growing up by means of a village raising everyone's kids, not just paying attention to one or two kids. Everyone knew everyone's parents, grandparents and all was golden. I wouldn't trade anything in the world for any of you… GENO

Growing up in school, we had some great teachers, most of them white. There was no color with any of these teachers as they treated their students the same exact way they treated their own kids, but we didn't get snatched up the collar. Or at least some of us didn't. We had plenty of teachers throughout the years. Teachers with names like Gant, Matthews, Hardy, Bingham, Isley, Allred, Manning, Weeks, Workman, Brown, Overton, Stevenson, Martin, Cox, Leonard, Lewis and the one who taught me what poetry was all about, Nancy Frazier (AKA Mom). At the head of the pack, we have Jerry Wayne Shackelford, the school disciplinarian and role model for young boys. Those were the days. The main thing about the teachers named and those that aren't is humanity. These teachers, these ladies and gentlemen, these people, you all never gave up on a child, NEVER. It's not like we tried to make it hard on any of you, it's that we had some things going on. Trying to find ourselves, our identity, where we belong and you gave us that opportunity, that chance, that breathing space to start our journeys. All of you did that and you see where the majority of us are now. We are now parents, uncles, aunts, grandparents, brothers, sisters, responsible adults and we've done pretty well for ourselves with the lessons that we have learned. Ladies, gentleman and MOM Again, thank you and God bless…

I was kind of a lucky person, my teachers were my second mothers, some more than others but I appreciate you all. I also had a wonderful mother, Barbara Ann Walden Marsh, and grandmother, Margaret Marie Johnson, pushing me towards becoming mature, but who wants to do that? LOL!!! My beautiful mother Evelyn Herbert and my wonderful Godmother Judy Marley stayed on me as well. It wasn't because I didn't want to grow up; it was because I had something holding me back to do just that. I was missing a bond with my father which Evelyn Herbert made sure that would change as it did. I would always listen to my cousin, James Cheek and his wife Sheena. They and my Godmother would tell me about Bobby Allen Herbert, until the day I met him for myself. James Cheek was more of a big brother than a cousin as Sheena was another mother, making sure the path to be chosen was a good and they knew my mother very well, so I couldn't be anything but what I was raised to be. Evelyn Herbert, thank you for staying on the old man's back, keeping me near and dear to your heart and always loving me as one of your own, as I love you as a son should. You've never called me a stepson, and I will never call you a stepmother. I love you. James, Sheena, I thank and love you both more than you'll ever know.

To my childhood friends, I only want to wish you all the best that life has to offer. You guys and girls have been thought of every day and even more now thanks to Facebook. I know some of you out there have been saying, Robert, why do you have to be so difficult sometimes? That's what siblings do! If I let you off the hook with just a laugh or a giggle, I'm not doing my job. That goes for my new brothers and sisters as well. To be able to fuss, debate, disagree and come right back to square one with the same love we started out with, at today's age and time is phenomenal and a blessing at the same time. It shows me how much love you have not just for me, but for yourself as a man or woman. I love that about all of you and will continue to get on your nerves. LOL!!!

To my brothers-in-arms, my brothers from different mothers, you know who you are and you already know where we sit when it comes to dedication, loyalty and trust, I have given my word as a brother, to never cross, disrespect or knowingly be anything other than a man, a friend and a brother to you as you have to me… GENO

To my siblings, Teresa, Robin, Michelle, Krystal, Benny, Kevin and Charles, there's nothing more a brother could say. You guys have been my shoulder to cry on, my ear to vent to, my reason for understanding and my argument when I needed one. I wouldn't have made it without you guys and I truly don't know where I'd be had I not been blessed with you in my life. And the oodles and oodles of cousins, too many to name but you all know who you are and my nieces, nephews, aunts and uncles. Your love is forever remembered and it shall be returned in the same manner.

Granny, I did it! Finally, I wrote the book as I said I would do. Wish you and my mother were here to read it. I know you both are looking down at me and I am doing my best to maintain, be the man I was raised to be but it seems to me that some