By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Gloria Faye Brown Bates ... 6 years old
Lights flashing... red, blue... amber, green, yellow
Figures move in the shadows, doing what I don't know
They bend down, stand up... move all around
What's happened... what's happened
I know now, there's something I don't want to know
I move a little closer, my nose to the windowpane
I don't understand what I'm seeing
I turn to look at my mother who is asleep
I feel the bus come almost to a stop
I look down, see a man lying on the ground
I'm afraid when I see all the blood spread around
Spread around him, like a puddle of red paint
Oh, Mama, I'm afraid ... please wake up
I turn around to see if she woke
She never woke up to see what her little girl saw
When riding on that big Grayhound Bus
Back in the day... back in the day when it was exciting
In the day... when it was fun to ride one
I was but, a little girl ... yet, I heard a sound I loved
Big motor running, the smell of diesel fuel
It meant excitement, it meant going places new
This is when I found out I was like my Mama
Everyone always said she had to go, had to travel
This is when I found out that I had ... wanderlust
I have never heard it called that before! Sometimes we do things that one or more of our parents do. I like to try to do the good things that they have done. I have learned another word now! Love, Ms. Nancy
ReplyDeleteHey Granny Gee, it's me Marilisa from Bubblews, just stopping by. I subscribed as "Mona Lisa Smile." I wish I could offer more to ease the pain of losing Tommy, but I do know that writing about it helps.
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