Thanks so much for this Rodney. It comes at a very meaningful time for me.

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Virginia Tech
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From: <Coates>, "Coates, Rodney D. Dr." <[log in to unmask]<mailto:[log in to unmask]>>
Reply-To: "Coates, Rodney D. Dr." <[log in to unmask]<mailto:[log in to unmask]>>
Date: Thursday, August 9, 2012 11:11 AM
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Subject: Post Script

Post Script
Rodneyc///12

In my haste, I forgot to say
I love you.
Life moving way too fast
Meetings, planning, getting
Too many details, too many insane moments
Too much to do, but then I remembered
I love you.

Wanted to take the day off
Dreamed of taking a walk
Failed to take a moment to reflect
Forgot to stay on the beaten path
Ignored the don’t walk sign
And found myself lost again but still
I love you.

Stranded on the intersection of can’t and won’t
Lost at the intersection of could and should
Floundering on the intersection of despair and hopelessness
Situated at the intersection of must and will yet, still
I love you.

Secret places of hide and seek
Dominant forces that make us keep
Time in this place without rhymes
Trying to make that dime, finding little time
To just reflect on the real things such as
I love you.

Past the moment when nothing really matters
After the last drink has been poured down the drain
Long before the final curtain fell against the floor
Of the drama that could have been my tomorrows
But yet –the sun did shine, and the clouds did part and
So I remembered that
I love you

p.s. just because

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The song that lies silent in the heart of a mother sings upon the lips of her child..
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Rodney D. Coates
Professor and Interim Director of Black World Studies