Tuesday, March 18, 2014

My Bag Of Memories...

My Bag Of Memories...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Tommy at one year old... this photo survived a house-fire.  I'm fortunate to have any photos... please forgive the damage to it.  My precious son.......

I look into my bag of memories I took with me
When I delved deep into my mind
Old memories, not new ones of today

I take the first memory out of my bag
Lay it on the table... it looks like a tablet
I press the button on the side to make it play

I see a young mother who has just given labor
To a little 8 lb. 4 1/2 oz baby boy
She cradled him in her arms, looked down at him

Looked down in amazement at what she'd brought into the world
She was  a mother now, she had a child
Her very own son she could call her own

Her body shook as she held her baby tight
She had a cold, and coughed a lot
She turned her head each time she coughed

The night before her baby boy was born, there was an earthquake
She was in such pain, she didn't know the difference
Though she imagined her bed moved around

The earthquake announced the coming birth of her baby
There was a full moon that night, also
The next morning her child was born at 11:28

The young mother was myself, I had my only child
A little strawberry, blonde-headed boy
Named Tommy... he had beautiful blue eyes

I pressed the button to turn this memory off
I put it back into the bag, chose another one
Pressed the button on the side to turn it on

A little blonde-headed boy was standing in the sunshine
With a baffled expression on his face, holding his hand on his head
What was that, I heard his sweet little boy voice say

I saw purple on his head... I began to laugh until I sat on the ground
A bird had flown over Tommy... it deposited something on his head
Oooooh!  Oh-oooo mama, get it off... get it off, he said

I pressed the button on the side to turn it off
Put the tablet back into the bag, chose another memory
Pressed the button to turn it on

A young girl sat in the middle of the floor
She couldn't see for her tears, she was doing something with her hands
She was cutting photos up with a pair of scissors

I pressed the button on the side, I couldn't bear to watch
This was a painful memory... I don't want to remember
Let it go... let it go... I put it in the bag, chose another

A little blonde-headed boy stood smiling at me
I love you, mama... with my heart
I love you, son... with my heart I told him

Seems like the sun was shining all around him
His smile had a way of making it seem that way
I find myself smiling now... thinking of that

I press the button on the side to turn it off
I put the tablet memory into the bag
I don't want to remember anymore right now

I close my eyes, imagine walking down the hall in my mind
The hall with rooms, closed doors to store my memories
I open one... put my bag of memories on the shelf for another day
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1 comment:

  1. I am so glad some of your pictures survived the fire. It is a good thing that you can share your photos with us with some of your memories. Some memories do hurt us, but there are also good ones. Thank you for sharing some of all of them with us! Love, Ms. Nancy