Tuesday, October 13, 2015

We Become a Memory as We Move On ...

We Become a Memory as We Move On ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

On the porch sat an old woman
A smile played on her face
Her eyes were looking inward

At memories from days gone by
She was a faded rose
Once she was a rose of all roses

Looking at her now ... one could see
She had been beautiful in her time
Her soft smile used to win many a heart

Today, her smile was kind, soft
Her slender body graceful, fragile
She walked slower now

A tear fell on her cheek
Another one followed
Then ... one more

She met up with a memory
That made her sad
Soon ... she was smiling again

She rose from the swing she sat in
It was time to go inside
Tomorrow she would come back out

To sit in her swing
Play with her memories once again
As she did each day

She knew she'd be going home soon
How she knew she did not know
She knew she was ready to go

There was no longer a need for her now
In with the new ... out with the old
To make room for the young, the old must go

That night she fell asleep with a smile on her face
She went from life to death peacefully
To the other world where she was welcomed

All her loved ones greeted her with open arms
She held her arms out to embrace them
These were the memories in her mind

She sat in the swing smiling about
Now ... she had become a memory
In with the young ... out with the old

People go to make room
For others to follow in their place
We become memories as they make their own

We die so that they can live
Generation after generation
We become a memory as we move on

Note by this Author:

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

Reality is ... one day we have to die.  We have no choice ... one day we ... become a memory.


  1. That poem is as true as anything I have ever heard! You worded it perfectly!! Love, Ms. Nancy

  2. Lovely poetry and most wonderful sentiments