By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Photo is of me, owned by me at about 3 years old. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Thunder roared like an angry lion
Booming ... pulsing in the night air
Lightening slashed across the sky like vicious claws
It was one hell of a storm going on
Winds blew, screeched with screams from Hell
No one was safe, inside ... or out
A small girl sat frozen on her grandma's old, red, vinyl couch
Knowing demons from Hell would be coming for her
She held her breath ... her chest hurt
The old, ragged quilt was wrapped tightly around her
A pretense of being a protective cloak when they came
She could hide her eyes from seeing ... look, when she had the nerve
The electric went off ... she sat in darkness, then ... flashing light
The lightening ... darkness, made her more frightened
There it was, it was there, all the time; just inside the bedroom door
It rolled to a stop to make it's entry known
Blue-red colors glowed all the way through
A huge, round ball of lightening from Hell
Sat looking at her ... she almost fainted from fear
It would probably get her this time ... it didn't, last time
Rolling a short distance toward her, it stopped again
Seemingly, deciding whether to cross the room, or not
Her little hands gripped the quilt, feeling the cotton from the hole
The thread was unraveled ... she could feel it in her hand
The little girl's back was pressed tightly into the corner
Silently praying, begging for it not to see her
She knew it did ... she knew it wanted her
The huge ball of lightening rolled across the floor
Toward her, quickly ... she closed her eyes because she knew
It was her little ass it was coming after
She'd kiss it goodbye if she could
No time, no time at all to kiss her ass goodbye
Because ... she was gone; Poof! Just like that
NOTE by this author:
I was going another, more serious way with this poem, while writing it ... but, 'something' took over ... and I had no choice but, to write it this way. Like my characters in a story ... they tell me what to do ...
All is true, excepting 'getting gone' ... the lightening ball disappeared before ... getting to me, as a little girl. I lived with my Grandma Alma.
Story/photo are owned by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I was always scared of a thunder storm too! I think most kids are. That is something we have no control over but will respsect it. I am glad it didn't get you too! Love, Ms. Nancy
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