Monday, January 28, 2013

I May As Well Begin Crying Now...

Beaded Spiders made by Gloria... sitting on a potted plant...

I May As Well Begin Crying Now...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Bee

Sitting there quietly, unnoticed, still, deep... lies a pool of water
Birds flutter overhead, their songs loud in the quietness
Frogs, crickets chirp... a lone bee buzzes around a pink flower

Dragonflies dart here, dart there with their pastel-colored wings
Grasses lush, green, rocks nestled like jewels in a ring
Many shapes, sizes forever lodged into the ground

The bright rays of the sun reach down from the sky to kiss
Every moving, every still thing in its path
Making warm, comforting heat on a cool Spring day

A little girl walks down the path, seeking a place to retreat
Into her own thoughts, be herself, be one with the world
She sits on a rock nestled in lush, green grass... her feet in the still water

A single teardrop glistens on her cheek, kissed by the sun
Making it appear to be the color of gold
Maybe it is gold, or maybe it is a teardrop from pain, happiness

Her little shoulders begin to shudder, she begins to cry
To cry her heart out, she looks up at the sky
Begins talking to the sun, the birds, the insects that flew around her

I'm so sad, I hurt inside... I know what I'm going to grow up for
One day in this world... I'm going to grow up to know so much pain
I may as well begin crying now, for what I face

For the rest of my life, I will cry more than I laugh
For I 'see' bad things are going to happen ahead in time
I'm going to lose all my loved ones dear to my heart

I may as well begin crying now, I'm so afraid
I'm going to lose everyone one day, I cry because I don't want to
Be alone in this big, old world... but, I 'see' that I will be

One day many years down the road... a woman walks on that same path
She walks to the same rock, sits down
Not one tear on her cheek, but... many tears

I'm all alone, I have no one... I sit here and cry
I may as well begin crying now... because it's my turn next to die
There will be no one here to mourn my passing ... I'm all alone now


  1. That is sad to think (or to know) that all your loved ones are gone. I have always said I do not want to be the last one to "go". Unfortunately, that is something I have no control over. Love, Ms Nancy