Wednesday, July 1, 2015

With Puckered Lips ... Sleepy Eyes

With Puckered Lips ... Sleepy Eyes
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny

Gloria Faye Brown Bates (photo owned by me) ...

Long hair spread out over the fluffy pillow
She stretched ... woke up in a fog
Yes?  She questioned the presence she couldn't see

She felt a cool hand brush hair back from her forehead
Her skin was very hot, feverish
Yes?  She said once again ...

Mommy loves you, Baby
She heard the voice say
Mommy kissed her goodnight

The sick, little girl turned her head
Tried to see her mother to kiss her goodnight
She lifted her head with puckered lips ... sleepy eyes

Goodnight Mommy ... I love you
Mommy tucked the blanket around her ears
She felt safe, warm ... knew everything was going to be all right

Poem/photos owned, written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter


  1. A most comforting poem. Made me fondly remember my mom.

  2. I remember those days!! I remember when my mother use to tuck me in too. We didn't realize back then that we didin't have to worry about cares in the world! Now we do because we live in the grown up world. Love, Ms. Nancy