Friday, October 16, 2015

I Want My Last Breath to Exhale Love

I Want My Last Breath to Exhale Love
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter

True love never dies
It becomes the air we breathe
The air we exhale

Becomes a gift once we become aware
To hold close to our Hearts
As we love others in our world

Love is like a never-ending river
As it's shared throughout life
Until the last breath, it's exhaled

Surrounding others in its warmth
Warming those who care to feel it
Becomes a part of life that's left

The world will never rid itself of love
It's here to stay in Hearts of others
To be shared in generations to come

Sadly, not everyone will feel love
Instead, hatred is shared through time
With most every person infected by it

Hopefully, more love fills the air
Than hatred ever can
Though one wonders ... when everyone's at war

I've lived in both worlds ... love ... hate
I learned to hate as well as love
Before I knew it ... love pushed hate away

Until no hatred was left behind
Like a glass full of water
I am full ... of love

Love until the day I die
No matter what ... I won't hate
When I die, I want my last breath to exhale ... love

Note by this Author:

These words came to mind when I was thinking about the world in general ... and of course it became personal ... I thought about me, my life.

Photo, poem owned/written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


  1. Thank you for sharing this. I needed to hear it today. It's perfect.

  2. You are soooo right!! I don't know of anyone that could have said it better! I love you Gloria! Love, Ms. Nancy