Thursday, March 6, 2014

Like A Twisted, Sick... Gnarly Tree

Like A Twisted, Sick... Gnarly Tree
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee













Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/2013


Filth... a narrow path to walk on
Piles of clothes, boxes... trash
Littered both sides of the path

A coffee table piled with plates
Dried food left on each
Wet, sticky substance on the top

Garbage can overflowing, scenting
The air with rot... decay
Dirty clothes strewn through the hall

Each bedroom a disaster... a path in each
Going to a bed... no room for anything
Unless you piled it... on the piles

Open the refrigerator... the smell is bad
Things growing inside containers of food
Milk clabbered... thickened, spoiled

A little baby plays happily in the path
Where dirty shoes have walked
So beautiful in a world of ... pure ugly

A beautiful little child, so innocent
Like a bright light shining in darkness
A sin to let filth touch something so... special

My eyes have witnessed such a sight
I wasn't welcomed because I saw
I wasn't liked because I ... knew

A beautiful, little baby came into a world
Filled with such filth... to play on a dirty path
Piles of debris littered either side

The home reflected the mother's mind
Twisted, cluttered like a gnarly tree
A good person, yet... sick inside

She tried to be a good mother, person
Sometimes, she was... sometimes... she wasn't
To know her... was to love her

One could see her heart in her eyes
Forgive her for the things she did, said
Love her... even when knowing ... 'her'

She loved her baby, her little son
Would fight for him like a tiger
In the filthy world she brought him into

Everyone who knew her well
Kept her secret closely guarded
Never spoke of it... aloud

Hoping somehow she really wasn't like that
Didn't want to see that she really was
Like a twisted, sick... gnarly tree


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Note by this Author:    
I once knew a person like this person the poem is about.  I thought of her, today.  This is what I thought about... as I thought of... her.  I was seeing in my mind what I remembered seeing years ago... I wondered if she had... changed.




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1 comment:

  1. I also knew someone like that. It wasn't her fault. She was kicked out of home at the age of 14 and didn't know any better. She was never taught how to clean a home or how to take care of a child. She was still a child herself. Hopefully by now, someone has cared enough to help her. Love, Ms. Nancy

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