By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I lay listening to the soft, beautiful music
Music of old ... rambling rose, rambling rose
What a beautiful song to ... die by
As I lay dying, for a moment it seemed eerie
The music sounded antiquey, sort of tinny
Sort of like on a horror show
I didn't want to die a scary death
So, I got up ... decided not to die today
When I die, I want it to be beautiful ... happy
Happy, you say; how can dying be happy?
Dying happy means dying peacefully, not in pain
Dying, listening to soft, beautiful music
Sinking deep into the soft darkness
Soul being freed, ready to soar
Time to let go ... time to let go
Soar high in the sky ... look down below
At the body laying peacefully on the bed
A little smile on her lips, reaching her closed eyes
Soul has left the body ... no more pain
Freedom to fly high into the air
My, my ... she looks relaxed, so pretty
I think she ... just died a beautiful death
Photo / Poem Credit: Photo is of me, owned by me. Poem is written by me. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Note by this author: Don't ask me 'why' I wrote this ... I began writing ... and 'it became this' ... :)
I hope we all can die "beautiful. Wouldn't that be great????? That sounds good to me! Love, Ms. Nancy
ReplyDeleteGloria, as you know my Charlotte died in July of 2010, at 52 with a stroke. She lived less than 24 hours and was very sick. When they removed the "machines" she went instantly. Oh, what a beautiful sight, she glowed from within and it radiated without, her red hairs sparkles as it lay on the pillow flowing across the whiteness of the material. She died a beautiful death...maybe it was God's gift to me as I sat there in shock of my loss. That is the picture that floats through my mind daily. Love you, and thank you for giving and sharing such beautiful writing. Ann
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