BY GLORIA FAYE BROWN BATES/ aka GRANNY GEE
As I sit here and search for the right words
to write about thoughts, things on my mind
I realize I'm neither a poet, or a writer
I am a real person with real thoughts
It doesn't matter because once my words are written
They validate my thoughts, feelings to make me real
Once you read my words, I become a writer
A poet, depending on what is read in my written words
Be it good or bad, remember my words are my own
From my heart, experiences in my Granny Gee/Gloria life
Solely mine that I write about, my thoughts, everything
I don't claim to be other than who I am
I don't try to pretend to be other than I am
My only excuse is the love for beautiful words
Even the dark words because they express
Colorful thoughts, sad thoughts, words are color
Read in colors my thoughts, feelings
All I think, feel in this life has to do with color
Without color, I am not alive, I'm not real
I become nothing, you can't see me because I'm gray
Gray to me can be both beautiful, sad
I love to wear gray and pink, gray can be elegant
Though I've said that, I know that if I see that 'soft, velvety gray'
I don't like that, to me it's reflects death close by making me afraid
I try hard to stay close to the colors of life
Especially the colors of golden yellow sunshine, blue skies
Green grass... colors that comfort, warm my heart
I'm afraid of a world where I can't see colors
I've been to the world that has no colors many times
It's a dark world you can't see anything
A scary world devoid of even dark colors, it's so dark
My soul is afraid for my life, I fight hard to come back
To my world with colors of all kinds which are my life stories
I am writing about them... I haven't begun to write yet
Though I have, this is but, a fraction
Of what the colors of my life are
Words, colors of all kinds
Words can be anything we want them to be
They can be happy, sad, mean, ugly, good
Depending on how we want to use them
I hope as I sit here and struggle writing words
That I reflect the real me inside as I do
The goodness, kindness in my heart
Though not always do I appear to be
Pain, grief stare out at you, if you didn't know it
You would think I'm nothing, I look like nothing now
I'm trying to recapture things to make me smile, laugh again
So, I can enjoy sitting here writing my words, colors of my life
The death of my son, my only child
Took so much from from me, Gloria/Granny Gee
It sucked my world of colors almost away
Now... I'm just beginning to find them again through words
Sometimes I sit here and struggle with my words
Most of the times they are overflowing out
Like water rushing from a dam, my colors want to shine
Now that I'm back from the darkest of worlds I've ever known
I'm back now, everything is going to be alright
I realize my words will reflect dark colors sometimes
As well, as my words will reflect happy, wonderful
Colors of my life...Granny Gee/Gloria... yes, that's ... me
:)))
I think today was a sad day for a lot of mothers. There are many mothers who had a wonderful day but there are mothers that didn't because their only child have been taken from them and are not here to share this day with them. You keep fighting and keep writing! You write so beautifully! Sometimes you are dark colors but there are times when your colors are so bright and colorful. That is what makes your writing unique! I never know what is going to be there on your blog and it is nice to look forward to see "which color" you are each day! Love, Ms. Nancy
ReplyDeleteMs Nancy, I can only say I am honored. I loved the way you put your words together to tell me this. Love, Gloria/Granny Gee
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