Monday, November 6, 2017

I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There

I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There

 
 
 
 
 
 
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I Won’t Be Here… I’ll Be There
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates



Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee 


Don't look for me here because ... I'll be there. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


If I die, would you notice if I were gone
Would you see the empty space I left behind
Before things shuffled, filling it in
Would you miss the sound of my voice
The brightness of my smile
Could you possibly… miss ‘me’
I only mean something to one person
One person in this world
Everyone is gone, even my only child
Sometimes, I wonder when I already know
That some people would really care
Some would shed a tear or two
When I die, it will be a private affair
No one will need to come to see my body
I don’t let anyone come to watch me sleep
Sleeping is a personal thing
Dying is personal, too
I don’t want anyone to come stare at me
No one needs to know when I’m gone
No one needed to know when I was here
Let me rest in peace
Cremate my body, free my soul
Let the fire change my body to ashes
Be placed in a beautiful chest with painted roses
Maybe one day my ashes will be scattered in the wind
To swirl, dance, play in the air
My ashes will become dust in the wind
I will be ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I will be until I’m no more
I won’t be here… but, I will be there
If I die, don’t come looking for me
You didn’t find me when I lived
I won’t be here… I’ll be there

Thursday, November 2, 2017

On Hold For Now ... The Walls Move!




The Walls Move!
Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee





Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee







Writing is like a big, happy balloon ... I soar as I write ... sometimes ... the air goes out and I'm left at a standstill. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.







Well ... I've decided something. For the moment I'm not continuing my scary story because, I'm not in the mood for mean, evil things.



Sometimes ... I begin writing a story with passion ... and it is like a big, happy balloon ... sometimes, the air goes out of it.



The Walls Move! story is on hold. I don't feel like writing about killing, hurting ... torturing anyone right now.