'LET'S PLAY, DADDY'...
LET'S PLAY, DADDY...
BY GLORIA FAYE BROWN BATES/ aka GRANNY GEE
He looked down below to where his body lay
'Daddy, get up'... he heard the little boy say...
'Are you playing, Daddy, why do you lay on the sand'?
The little boy stooped down to shake his shoulder with his little hand...
'Won't you get up, Daddy, come play with me'?
'Let's play, Daddy, let's run by the sea'...
The little boy began crying
his Daddy wouldn't wake up, though in his mind he was trying...
I'm looking down at you, my precious son
protecting you until the angels nearby come to protect you my little one...
I made it here in time to keep my promise to you
somehow, I must have 'known' I had to go away, instead of taking one trip... I'm taking 'two'....
The group of angels, a family who watched nearby
Came running with a cry...
We have to watch over this little boy
His daddy's collapsed here on the sand... just before he was running with the little boy with such ... joy.
One of the angels began talking gently to the child
Little one, your mommy will be here in a little while
The man angel picked up the cell phone that had fallen to the ground
He pressed the button to listen for a sound
The mother answered the phone, seeing on the caller ID
It was her son calling so soon again, she was smiling you see...
She was so happy that her son, and his family had made it safely .. this was Memorial Day holiday weekend
She was looking forward to seeing the photos on her computer that her son would soon send.....
She was smiling as she picked 'that phone' up to speak to her son
The smile fell to the floor, shattering into a million pieces as she softly said 'Skip, help me, help me someone'....
'Ma 'am, I have a collapsed man here on the beach, he's not breathing', the man said in her ear
'Why do you have my son's phone'? She said to him... because she didn't want to hear....
'He's not breathing', the man said again. He's laying here on the sand
She stood in pure shock as Skip took the phone from her hand
Darkness... instantly the mother was thrown into the darkest of dark, went with a smile...
As it fell to the floor around her, she was thrown into a journey of her own... she may or may not.. come back after a while.....
Her mind was like a trapped bird, frantically beating against the walls of her head...
Oh my God, did that man just say my son is.... dead!?
Bits and pieces here and there, thoughts... memories flitted through her mind... she was gone
Into the darkness, into a scary world where she had to walk all alone....
She went dark... she was darkness... she lived in darkness for quite some time... until one day
'Gloria, Baby Girl, come back... the Pups and I need you', she heard Skip say...
She began climbing, crawling toward the light his voice made
The pain was unlike any she ever experienced as she kept thinking of the sand... where her dying son... laid..
She fought hard to see the light
It took so long... many days and many months... when she did... it was a welcomed sight
She opened her eyes, they felt as if she'd lived in a cave
It was hard to keep them open, hard to know how to behave
Granny Gee went away, didn't know if she would ever come back, you see
She finally did with Skip and her Pups leading her out of the dark path... the one she went down when learning her son died... lying on the sand ..by the sea
By the sea, where he hurried to play with a little boy
who was his son.... they played like it was their last time with such joy...
'Daddy, won't you get up and play with me'? little Taban said that day...
He didn't know... that his daddy had went away
Taban will grow up with the memory that his daddy loved him
That if he'd had a choice, he'd still be with them...
Taban will know his daddy hurried to get to the beach to play, run
With his little son before he had to 'go again'... he got there in time to have fun
To squeal with joy as he shared his last moments, he got there just in time to play
For the first and last time with Taban at the beach... on that day.
Tommy died with 2 blockages in his heart on May 29, 2010 on Saturday evening at Myrtle Beach, on the sand...
Taban tried to wake him up, shaking his shoulder with his little hand...
'Daddy, won't you get up and come play'?
Never knowing his young life was changed forever... that day....
BY GLORIA FAYE BROWN BATES/ aka GRANNY GEE
He looked down below to where his body lay
'Daddy, get up'... he heard the little boy say...
'Are you playing, Daddy, why do you lay on the sand'?
The little boy stooped down to shake his shoulder with his little hand...
'Won't you get up, Daddy, come play with me'?
'Let's play, Daddy, let's run by the sea'...
The little boy began crying
his Daddy wouldn't wake up, though in his mind he was trying...
I'm looking down at you, my precious son
protecting you until the angels nearby come to protect you my little one...
I made it here in time to keep my promise to you
somehow, I must have 'known' I had to go away, instead of taking one trip... I'm taking 'two'....
The group of angels, a family who watched nearby
Came running with a cry...
We have to watch over this little boy
His daddy's collapsed here on the sand... just before he was running with the little boy with such ... joy.
One of the angels began talking gently to the child
Little one, your mommy will be here in a little while
The man angel picked up the cell phone that had fallen to the ground
He pressed the button to listen for a sound
The mother answered the phone, seeing on the caller ID
It was her son calling so soon again, she was smiling you see...
She was so happy that her son, and his family had made it safely .. this was Memorial Day holiday weekend
She was looking forward to seeing the photos on her computer that her son would soon send.....
She was smiling as she picked 'that phone' up to speak to her son
The smile fell to the floor, shattering into a million pieces as she softly said 'Skip, help me, help me someone'....
'Ma 'am, I have a collapsed man here on the beach, he's not breathing', the man said in her ear
'Why do you have my son's phone'? She said to him... because she didn't want to hear....
'He's not breathing', the man said again. He's laying here on the sand
She stood in pure shock as Skip took the phone from her hand
Darkness... instantly the mother was thrown into the darkest of dark, went with a smile...
As it fell to the floor around her, she was thrown into a journey of her own... she may or may not.. come back after a while.....
Her mind was like a trapped bird, frantically beating against the walls of her head...
Oh my God, did that man just say my son is.... dead!?
Bits and pieces here and there, thoughts... memories flitted through her mind... she was gone
Into the darkness, into a scary world where she had to walk all alone....
She went dark... she was darkness... she lived in darkness for quite some time... until one day
'Gloria, Baby Girl, come back... the Pups and I need you', she heard Skip say...
She began climbing, crawling toward the light his voice made
The pain was unlike any she ever experienced as she kept thinking of the sand... where her dying son... laid..
She fought hard to see the light
It took so long... many days and many months... when she did... it was a welcomed sight
She opened her eyes, they felt as if she'd lived in a cave
It was hard to keep them open, hard to know how to behave
Granny Gee went away, didn't know if she would ever come back, you see
She finally did with Skip and her Pups leading her out of the dark path... the one she went down when learning her son died... lying on the sand ..by the sea
By the sea, where he hurried to play with a little boy
who was his son.... they played like it was their last time with such joy...
'Daddy, won't you get up and play with me'? little Taban said that day...
He didn't know... that his daddy had went away
Taban will grow up with the memory that his daddy loved him
That if he'd had a choice, he'd still be with them...
Taban will know his daddy hurried to get to the beach to play, run
With his little son before he had to 'go again'... he got there in time to have fun
To squeal with joy as he shared his last moments, he got there just in time to play
For the first and last time with Taban at the beach... on that day.
Tommy died with 2 blockages in his heart on May 29, 2010 on Saturday evening at Myrtle Beach, on the sand...
Taban tried to wake him up, shaking his shoulder with his little hand...
'Daddy, won't you get up and come play'?
Never knowing his young life was changed forever... that day....
Your poems are getting really good! I can't imagine how you must feel to write about Tommy. I am thinking writing about him is helping you get through each day. I know Taban will read all this one day when he is older. He will be so proud of his daddy and his Granny Gee! Love, Ms. Nancy
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