Wednesday, November 23, 2016

I Was on the Other Side

I smiled as I waved to him
He looked straight at me
I smiled brighter knowing he'd see me

My smile began to fade as I realized
He couldn't see me no matter how I waved
Because I was on the other side

The other side of a tinted glass
In the vehicle I sat in
That's when I knew in my Heart

That our loved ones who have died
Must do ... try to smile, wave
Comfort, hug us but we don't see, feel

Why?  Because they are on the other side
Only once in a while will the veil slip
One will be able to see, hear their loved ones

Just like that tinted glass I sat behind
If I had just simply rolled the window down
My friend would have seen me smiling, waving

When I look around I try hard to see
If possible to see a place where the 'glass isn't tinted'
Maybe see Tommy ... my mother, brother ... loved ones

So far no luck ... I won't give up
Because just maybe ... maybe
One day I might see to the ... other side

I wonder if the Other Side is like sitting behind tinted glass ... no matter how much you wave to someone ... they can't see you. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Note by this Author:

Yesterday this really happened ... our friend never saw me smiling, waving to him through the tinted glass.  This incident gave me much to think about ... I wondered if Tommy ever stood, smiled, reached out to hug me ... and I never saw him ... on the other side?

True poem/photos written, owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

1 comment:

  1. It is definitely hard to see through tinted windows. Who knows----maybe one day people on the other side might be able to see us looking up at them. Love, Ms Nancy