Monday, March 27, 2017

We Went Home ... Home Is Where You Are

We Went Home ... Home Is Where You Are
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee









I am a spiritual being having a human experience ... take the body all is left is ... me. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.














I sit quietly in the darkness
Waiting ... waiting to see a shadow
In the light of my mind





In time I see a shadow appear
It walks toward me
I hear a familiar voice ... "Mama"




My old eyes fill with hot tears
That run down my cool cheeks
My lips tremble as I sob inside




Tears mixed with the happiest of smiles
In this old grieving mother's eyes
I reach with my hand toward the voice




Toward the most precious voice
A mother can hear
"Mama" ... my frail body shook harder




Son!  I couldn't speak but, my Heart could!
Tommy!  I'm so glad you came so I wouldn't be alone
It's time for your ole mom to come home




Please hold my hand so I won't be afraid
I felt my hand being held by a big, gentle hand
My son had come to walk me home




I looked around me as I sat up in bed
I leaned over to kiss Skip goodbye ... I didn't want to leave him
I patted Camie on her sweet head




I rubbed Kissy's hip with my bare toes
As he lay by my bedside faithfully
I felt overwhelming happiness in my Heart




Tommy and I walked hand in hand
We walked through the door toward a kennel
I wanted him to meet Dukester before I left




I kissed Dukester on his sweet, white head
It was time ... time to go home
I turned to look at where I had lived




Knowing now I wouldn't live here again ... I missed Skip!
I was going home even as I thought
My soul had departed my body once I took Tommy's hand




For a moment I felt such pain to be leaving
Leaving my husband and our Pups
I looked toward Tommy ... he smiled ... said




It's alright, mama ... you have to let go
Once you do ... you'll come back one day
To be there, hold your hand out so, Skip won't be alone




I felt the weight of this world slide from my shoulders
Around my feet like a heavy coat
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes ... held my son's hand




I kept my eyes closed ... I didn't feel the need to look
As we soared ... I could see everything
Sadness slipped away as I held my son's hand





Now ... it was time to see what the mystery of death
Was all about ... where my son had been all these years
As I wept, grieved over him when he died





I became the air ... the soft, gentle breeze you feel
On a warm day ... I am the sunshine kissing your cheek
On a cloudy day I'm your raindrops falling to the ground





I will hug you like a blanket when you are cold
I'll wrap my pure soul around you to keep you safe
I love you, Skip ... I'm always here until the day




You need to come home ... you won't be alone
I'll reach my hand out to you just as Tommy did to me
He'll reach for your other hand ... we will go home




We'll wrap our souls around our remaining Pups
Whoever cares for them will take good care
Love them until their last days




Until the day comes we will walk with them to Rainbow Bridge
We will run, play in pure joy as they become Angel Pups
To forever play, run in the sunshine ... frolick in the rain




I closed my eyes on this life ... this is the end
I opened my eyes on the other side
I was a spiritual being having a human experience




Time to strip myself of this body
It served me well ... took a lot of life's abuse
I learned life's lessons became a better soul




Now ... on to my next mission ... being a guardian angel
Protecting, watching out for animals and humans
Working at making life be good to them




No longer a grieving mother ... I left that behind like a dress
In the darkness as I waited for the shadow to appear
The moment my son took my hand in his




I close my eyes as I remember
I become a storm ... the clouds begin to billow
The wind gets high ... the trees bend from the force




Any pain left in my soul ... washed away
I became a gentle storm until I began to shine
I was the sunshine ... a smile in my eyes, face




He sat outside on the swing, swinging to and fro
Pups lay at his feet as he closed his eyes
I felt him thinking of me ... I knew it was time




My mind met his with such joy ... I saw his hand reach
Out to me ... I moved toward him ... took his hand
He said ... "I've been waiting for you to take me home"




I felt another being close by ... Tommy had come to hold
Skip's other hand ... we wrapped around each Pup
Left behind ... we took their sadness away before we left




The world dropped away ... we became fresh air ... sunshine
Each soul renews the earth in its own way ... this was our way
When you think of us in any way ... it's because we are always near




If you are ever crying ... you feel someone kiss a tear away
If you are ever hot ... you feel a breeze from nowhere
You feel a hug .... look around ... no one is there




This is where we are at ... you are never alone
We'll be right here .... one day you may wait to see our shadow
One of us, all of us will come to hold your hand




You won't never be alone even though you think you are
Close your eyes .... feel with your Heart
We are here all around you ... we've become




The air you breathe ... sunshine that kisses your cheek
We are everywhere watching over you
We went home ... home is where you are













Note by this Author:






I wrote this poem as I felt it while sitting here in the semi-darkness listening to music ... I happened to look up and saw the name of one of the songs I was listening to ... 'Take My Hand'.  I'd never heard it before ... it's New Age music ... I love it but, I'm not familiar with the songs enough to know any by names.





I don't know what happens when one dies ... so far I've never found 'Tommy', my son.  I've always kept an eye opened ... hoping somehow the mystery of where he went would be discovered.  I guess I hoped I'd find an invisible pocket in the air ... where I could 'slip' into ... find, visit him, come back. Life, death doesn't work that way.  Sometimes ... I write poems and 'I do' find Tommy ... they are my poems, writings ... so, I can do what I want to in them, right?  :)





Photos owned by me.  I never use anyone else's photos.  Pond photo is of the beautiful little pond where we live.  Shadow photo is of myself when I was admiring having a 'skinny' shadow after weight loss.  We all are silly sometimes ... this was one of my silly moments.   Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.





2 comments:

  1. Wow! You are such a good writer! You got my imagination going good! I really wish you would do more writing again. I do understand why you don't though. This poem was super great! Love, Ms Nancy

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  2. Wonderful sentimental poetic thoughts. Your poem took me on a magical journey. Blessings to you.

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