By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@grannygee
Petals of little wild roses living on the craggy rocks near the ocean
I reach out to touch, pluck a tiny rose when I feel a prick
Instantly pissing me off to no end, dissolving my romantic mood
The hell with all the soft, misty rose roses, right now I'm mad
I put my finger between my lips, I bite the hurt, pull it away
A perfect drop of pure red blood sat on my finger, I stared
Stared in fascination at something so pure red, perfectly formed
One little drop of blood, one perfect little red drop of blood
Blood ... life ... red is the color of life, I never thought about it before
Red is strong, vibrant ... vibrates with pure energy
One little, pure red drop of blood reminds me life is bigger than I see
One little prick draws a small drop of blood without harming me
A big ass prick would draw a huge amount of blood, disabling me
Simple as that ... just as simple as that, life is fragile
In a blink of an eye, you can be here one minute ... gone the next
The pain forgotten, fascinated by a little drop of pure red blood
I stood in the damp air, soft white fog swirled around me
I felt it kiss my face, caress my neck ... I held my arms out to the air
Embraced the soft, wispy fog, became entangled in a dance
A dance for my life ... I'm on a rocky cliff
The drop of pure red blood spun off to God knows where
As my body went into a spin ... spinning, spinning to the rocks below
Rocks met me, stopping my fall ... lots of red ... pure red began to spread
As my life drained from my body, coloring the rocks pure red
One jagged rock pricked me in a big ass way ... disabling me forever
Making me see black, feel no pain ... I began to see light
Beautiful soft, white light ... figures were moving about
I am in Heaven ...I breathe a sigh of relief as I wasn't sure where I'd go
When the day came and I would die ... I looked down at myself
The pure red has gone away ... I'm now, a white figure
I begin to move around in a contented way ... I was red, now ... I'm white
Pure white moving around in the soft light ... I'm dead
Full of life in a new way ... magical, swirling, twirling like the fog
I come down to kiss you, caress your head, your hair
Trying to tell you in my way ... everything is going to be all right
You can't see, or even know I'm there ... like the fog playing on the early morning air
Sometimes, you think you do ... then, you see only the white
You have a fleeting thought of me, then it's gone
As you watch the fog in the early morning light
Swirl, caress the petals of the wild roses, misty rose in the light
Never knowing I died here one morning, now ... I'm a figure in white
Photo/poem owned/written by me... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee (Photo is of me in black/white).
I would like to be a figure in white myself! If you get to heaven before I do---watch for me because I probably won't be far behind you. Love, Ms. Nancy
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