All He Had On ... Was His Hair!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee ... 2013
I had just come in from a trip. I was tired, in no mood for any nonsense. You know how it is... you just want to get home, take off your heels, get into something comfortable... cozy.
I'd left Interstate 85 behind, was now... on a two lane road. I had the music up loud. Funky music! I loved funky music... it got into my body like no other music could... well, until the day years later... I discovered Cajun music! and Calypso music! Oh my... if I were dying... this would be the way to get me jumping again!
A white truck passed me up... it'd been behind me since I'd left the interstate. I could see in my rearview mirror that it was a hairy, white man driving. I could tell he had a lot of facial hair both on his face, head.
As a young woman, I drove very fast... I loved speed. The interstate was my favorite place to drive. The truck drivers would play with me... and put me in the 'rocking chair'. That's 'sandwiching' a vehicle in between trucks.... 'protecting it from getting a ticket', if stopped by a patrolman.
The thing is... one has to be able to hang... that meant driving at a high speed. Hang... I did! I 'pure' loved it!
I was too young to know I was playing a dangerous game. You don't want to play like that.... something could fly off a big truck, cause one to wreck. It would be ugly... probably the driver of the car would never survive.
I was too naive... I played a dangerous game. The truckers love to see a pretty, young girl... play up, down the interstates. It breaks up boredom... young girls love it.
Anyway... the type of truck behind me was one of those 'box' type trucks.... medium size. I don't remember what company it was from... because what happened next... floored me. I'd never seen such happen... and I was in shock!
That white truck passed me at a high rate of speed... went on up the road. I didn't think about it any more. I was driving to my own beat... I was in my world... one of being tired, but... feeling good about myself.
Up ahead, my attention was drawn to something sitting on the side of the road. The closer I got, I recognized the white truck sitting there. Strange....
The door popped open... and what I saw next was unbelieveable! The truck cab sat high in the air...standing in the doorway was that big, white man with all the black hair on his face, head!
Damn! Damn! Damn! I was doing a double-take! That damn man was as naked as a jaybird! All I could see was this big, white guy up in the air, standing proud! His mouth was wide-open in a grin!
I had never witnessed such in my life! A naked man was flashing me! He was having a ball while doing it! Did he think I would stop? I accelerated... I wanted to get on up the road in case he tried to chase me. That was the last time I saw him.
My mind was numb... I couldn't believe it. I began laughing... I'd been flashed. That was my first time... little did I know that years down the road... I'd be flashed again. That's another story!
The image stayed in my mind for months to come. It was so amazing to see a big, naked man standing up in the air flashing... me! He was so hairy! I'd been flashed by a big, hairy man! All he had on ... was his hair!
*** Note by Author, Gloria Faye Brown Bates....
I hope if you are young... you will never play on the interstate on trips like I did. I know speed is fun... when you don't know what it can do.
I learned that speed kills. I, also, learned when I drove with my husband on a big truck... 18 wheeler.... that things will come off a big truck, and hit... wreck vehicles behind it. Through time during my travels... I saw awful things that happened when people weren't careful.
Hopefully, if you drive fast .... you will remember my words... 'don't do it'. Not only that... if you are driving on the interstate, highways... don't run over pieces of rubber!
They have metal mesh in them... not only that ... if it's big enough, they can wreck you. We saw a van carrying a family ... who wrecked.
Everyone was killed... they ran over a big piece of tire rubber, thinking it wouldn't hurt them.
The reason I told my story, adding about speed and big trucks was to let someone who does this ... know... it can kill. I was so young, dumb to realize it.
Young girls think about how pretty they are... and when the opposite sex notices them... they are flattered. They aren't thinking past that.... unless they are a smart, young girl.
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Tuesday, February 11, 2014
For A Moment... She Was All Alone In The World
For A Moment... She Was All Alone In The World
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee... 2013
Standing in the middle of the floor... she looked about her. Her gaze was drawn outside through the glass doors. She was surrounded by beauty... both inside, outside.
Their home was surrounded by trees, flowering bushes. This time of year, everything was coming alive. It was springtime up on the little-big mountain. Lacy,big pink flowers filled each bush. It was a wonder to look at... like a frilly, pink skirt!
The trees were bright green, new leaves ... the birds sang constantly there... up on Fairchild's Mountain. There were even woodpeckers who 'knocked' all the time, going from tree to tree.
There was one big woodpecker that amazed her... he had a big red 'cap' on his head. She would watch him fly... he flew slower than the other kind of woodpeckers. She was awed by him... he was special.
She didn't use the fireplace... she didn't know how. She had an idea of what to do... but, she didn't. She was afraid of fire, they'd lost their home to a fire... just months ago.
What she did do... to create a wonderful glow inside the fireplace was... place huge, round candles inside on top of the logs inside. She lit them with matches, until all three were burning cheerfully... closed the doors. It gave the room a wonderful, cozy atmosphere... one would think the fireplace was burning as it was meant to.
While she sat at her computer, she could keep the glow in sight, as she wrote. It comforted her to see the soft, orange-red light.... she was alone, with the exception of their three Pups. Two Basset Hounds, and a huge Rottweiler named Garraway, Chadwick... and Fairchild. Fairchild's Mountain was named after their big, shiny Rottweiler.
All three Pups laid at her feet as she sat to write her stories. They comforted her always... when she was alone. Her husband worked away from home... coming home once every eleven-twelve days. She had a lot of time to write her imagination.
She looked down at the carpet, so clean... fluffy. It was gold- colored... when freshly vacuumed... it not only looked nice... it felt so good to walk on it.
Looking into the formal dining room, she saw a big table... china hutch with beautiful, interesting dishes to look at through the clean, shiny glass. She had polished the old wood on both the table, hutch. Each of the six chairs were polished... each had a pretty blue, upholstered seat. Hanging over the table was a nice light... underneath, a big floral arrangement in a gold, ornate metal container.
She looked into the den area... a big, over-stuffed loveseat sat in front of the fireplace. One could sit there anytime, watch the flames burn in the fireplace.... dream away while looking out the glass doors, out onto the deck... at all the pretty trees.
Over the loveseat .... draped several golden, curved rods. On each hung beautiful globes of light, all reflecting over tubes of frosted glass. One could dim the lights, making a magical mood in the room to go with the soft glow in the fireplace. This was a beautiful, tall brass lamp... taller than she was. Her husband had bought it for her, when they bought the couch, loveseat, ottoman.
She turned to looked into the living room. Everything was in place, arranged nicely. A big, overstuffed couch sat where one could see out all the windows... out at the many trees that surrounded the home. One could sit, watch the squirrels run, play on the rails of the porch that sat high in the air. Birds would perch there, to look inside the glass...
There was a bigscreen, floor model tv. It was very fancy, on wheels... that never touched the floor as it sat up on a nice table to make viewing better from many places in the open rooms.
There were two glass walls that surrounded the dining room... with fancy designs in the glass. One could stand in the center, turn in a circle.... see the den, living room dining area.... and formal dining area.
How beautiful, she thought. She was most grateful for all. These were things that had been treasured by others... given to them when they lost everything to a fire. The big-screen tv, couch, loveseat.... golden-globe lamp were the only new things in the room. They treasured everything given... everything bought. They were fortunate to have anything after the fire.
There were three bedrooms... two bedrooms were made into special rooms. One was an office/study for her husband... the other made into an art room .... for her. They used the biggest bedroom for their master bedroom; it had a huge bathroom in it. She loved the huge, oval- shaped tub.... the garden tub. This was her bathroom.
There was another bathroom, complete with shower, tub, commode. This was on the end of the house with the art room, and study... this was her husband's bathroom.
Their closets were big, walk-in closets. Shelves held their shoes, folded clothes. There was lots of room to hang their clothes... as time went by... they began to fill the rods with hanging clothes.
As she walked through the house, she looked all about. She felt a sadness... it was so beautiful here, today. She had no one to show it to... to share the beauty with.
She stood there, thought about how it would feel .... to be one of the many people she knew who were lonely. Her husband was gone on a trip.... she wished to share this beauty with him... being grateful to have such a nice home. She did have her husband... she wasn't really alone. Her heart felt for... lonely people.
How fortunate they were .... people lifted them up to keep them from falling... after the fire. How fortunate they were to have each other... best friends, soul-mates.... her husband was her hero.
They both had been in a shock.... they got out of the burning house with only their three dogs. Her husband almost became trapped in the fire... he ran inside to find his wallet. The neighbor kept calling to him... he followed the sound of his voice... made it out with several burns.
He ran in the front door of the big, two-story house while at the back of it.... she was grabbing each dog... physically carrying each one to put in her Expedition. She then, backed the vehicle up until it was out on the side of the street... safely away from the burning house. She backed her husband's pickup truck into the street, parked it near her own vehicle.
Later, she couldn't believe she had physically picked each Pup up, carried them... lifted them into her truck. She'd had two thoracotomy surgeries that affected her every move. Fear.... can make one do many things... that are impossible when one isn't... afraid.
She never knew until later that her husband almost lost his life by becoming trapped inside. He was trying to find his wallet in the dense smoke... the only money they had, was in it.... and his cards, drivers license.
When she had seen the hot, red glow of fire... as she was leaving to go exercise... she already had her purse. She tossed it inside her truck, along with her Pups. No one had time to grab anything else... the house went up quickly. It was a two-hundred old house... with old wiring.
The owner had placed a new electrical box on the outside, to make it appear all the old wiring had been replaced. He told them sometime after they moved there... that he hadn't replaced the wiring... too expensive.
That was why... some of the electrical sockets didn't work when they tried to use them. One could see the old wiring going up the walls inside the house. They'd been painted over, the same color as the walls.
He had a man who was unlicensed to come to do the electrical work... and carpentry when needed. The man had just put up an outside light on the little porch where the house-fire began...
Just after the fire.... she had driven there to look through the piles of rubble to find anything that survived the fire. The man was standing there in front of where the fire began... he never noticed, nor heard her slow down almost to a stop... to watch him.
She 'felt' him standing there... she knew he wondered about ... his work. She never forgot that day... the vision of the man standing there... she knew it was something he was responsible for.
The man moved to Florida, soon after. He was never seen again. He did call them several times.... to talk. They knew he had unintentionally caused what happened... his work. They never held it against him. The man was very sick, he was diabetic...
The man who owned the house, came to them to talk. He told them he would make it up to them when the insurance money came. The strange thing is... he became very sick, died a few months later. He never got to make that promise come true. His son, and wife ... moved away.
The wife, son... never honored his promise. They said they were going to... She and her husband forgave them over time. They learned that the wife, son had built a beautiful, new house of their own....
Her mind was wandering. She wished her husband was home right at that very moment. Thoughts, more thoughts... sometimes, it was hard to just be alone with one's own thoughts.
At the moment... she understood how it felt to 'be completely alone', have no one to share all the beauty she was seeing, being grateful for. She was also, in grieving....
Her first cousin, who had just been there... as they moved into their new home... was killed in a crash within several days of the house-fire. She was helping them to recover from the fire... a log truck crashed into her on a hill... she had begun to pass a car... it was head-on.
She never knew when they grew up... they'd have their names in the newspaper at the same time... one losing all in a house-fire... the other killed in a horrible wreck within several days. They were like sisters... as little girls.
Not only did the horrible wreck put her into another shock... what she saw afterwards... wasn't what anyone should see... hear, or even know. That will have to be written into a 'fiction story'... it was so surreal... so... not believable. She wouldn't want anyone to know... how 'true' it was... that night... under the nightlight.
She had lost her mother... strange, her death. She lost her brother... he'd spent the night with a friend, he was found sitting on the couch... dead the next morning.
Her father... then, step-mother had died. Her Grandmother Lola had died... the list went on... the very people she'd loved .... had all died within months... of each other. There were nineteen loved ones... yes, she had even loved her stepmother... she'd forgiven her, too.
She had no way of knowing soon... that her husband would be in a terrible crash on Interstate 40 on a tractor-trailer in Moriarty, New Mexico... and within weeks... be in another crash, his pickup a total loss... and within weeks... he was almost t-boned by a robber at the stoplight, as the robber was being chased by the law.
The tractor-trailer wreck was caused by a little car... two young girls began hydroplaning on the wet highway.... spinning until it hit the steering axle of his tractor-trailer.... causing it to go airborne through the air.... across oncoming traffic on Interstate 40... out into the desert.
He had fractures... his collarbone, wrist. The injury on his leg almost broke it.. it had a slight fracture. He was found.... hanging upside down in the big cab of the truck.
The second wreck was late one evening, soon after. He was taking his father-in-law home.... a woman ran the stop sign .... he hit her.... almost turning over. The woman's van landed on its top.
The third time (remember 'three'?).... the robber almost t-boned him at a high rate of speed as he barreled through the stop light... as her husband began to drive through on the green light.
Her attention came back to inside... how pretty all looked. Everything was in place... all very clean, shiny. She looked toward the fireplace where she watched the glow inside the glass doors. So, many stories she could tell... so many stories in one life story... the colors of her life.
At that very moment, she became aware of how it felt if one were all alone in the world with nobody... to share the soft happiness, the beauty all around her... with. At that very moment... there wasn't anyone in the world she could speak to... to feel what she felt, see what she saw. For a moment... she was all alone in the world.
Monday, February 10, 2014
Hey, 'Dolly Parton'... I'm Sorry You Fell In That Bathtub!
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee... 2013
Hey, 'Dolly Parton'... I'm Sorry You Fell In That Bathtub!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I was a young, naive girl who hadn't long run away to get married ( this marriage lasted 14 years too long and ended in divorce). I married a man who loved women but, also... wanted me at the same time. Being a young girl and not very worldly.... it took years before I became aware that he was spending time with other women when he would say he was elsewhere.
When he was home, he had a cousin who would visit and bring his latest girlfriend with him, and we'd all sit at the table and play cards. This was the first of the times later that I would realize that under the table was a whole new world.... above the table all appeared normal.. except for the flirting... and under the table.... feet and hands were busy! The busy hands and feet belonged to my ex-husband who was always so innocent... and to the latest girlfriends of his cousin, friends.
The cousin came with his latest girlfriend one night... she was dressed up to look like Dolly Parton and she had this beautiful full head of blonde hair and had big breasts and wore a tight blouse and tight blue jeans ( I looked this good also, at that time .... but, I was nice and I was so...so... so naive!). She pranced and she flirted with my ex-husband and she did make me mad. I smiled the whole time while I was waiting for the opportunity somehow to present itself for me... to get even! Also, I wanted to pull that Dolly Parton wig off that she had on! She kept shaking her head and making it move... to get attention... she got my attention, all right. My attention wasn't the only attention she got.......
Well... this woman loved to drink liquor and she was an alcoholic! It didn't take but, a short time to 'see' her colors and I 'knew'..... my time was coming... soon! I began to smile more at her and I talked to her so softly to gain her trust and gain it, I did!!! She liked me so much! I didn't like her at all and I knew I was going to fix her for flirting with my husband and for what I suspected was going on under that table!!!
She got drunker and drunker sitting there playing cards and she said she had to go 'piss' (how crude I thought she was when she said that!). I was thinking how beautiful this was going to work out... I was going to 'help' her get to the bathroom and there... I would see what presented itself. I was so sweet to her and talked so soothing to her as I helped her drunk a-- get to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, she sat down on the commode and she was talking and I couldn't understand her but, I understood... she was so drunk that she wouldn't remember anything. She was wanting to cry about something... and I put my hand on her shoulder and told her everything was going to be all right, that I was there and I'd make sure of that. The bright idea came to me.........................................................and the next thing I know....my time had come! I was grinning!
'Dolly Parton' had fallen off that commode into the bathtub! I did see my finger reach out to 'touch her' and she... just fell right into that tub! How so sorry I was! :))))))
'Oh, oh..you poor thing! You poor little thing, you've done gone and fell into the bathtub!' I was saying that to her because I 'cared so much'! I was talking so sweet to her as I helped her 'stay' in the bathtub 'just for a few minutes' telling her I would help her up! I told her I didn't want her to bump her head on the water faucet and to let me guide her head so, she could get up and not hurt herself. Well, I was guiding her head as I was helping her..... and 'somehow' her big, old blonde Dolly Parton wig got hung on that water faucet and.... it came off!
I said 'oh no! your wig has come off!' I told her that I'd help her to get it back on and 'somehow' it was on crooked and I told her to let's just put it on the counter top for the time-being because.... she looked like h------! She had very short, thin hair and she wasn't even pretty anymore and... I loved
that! She forgot her wig in just a few minutes.... and I was telling how good she looked and I would be so glad to help her back to the table and to come on.
I helped her as she staggered back to the table and she began drinking her liquor again... I told my ex-husband and his cousin as they stared at her, what happened.... this was a 'different woman' that came back, mind you! 'Dolly Parton' had done got lost.... in the bathtub! I made sure of that!
I told them that that poor thing fell off that commode into the bathtub and it was hard to help her get out! I told them that her wig got hung on the water faucet and it was damp and I had laid it out on the counter top! It was all I could do to keep from laughing in satisfaction... I fixed her a----! I 'knew' I would... I just had to bide my time and be... so sweet.
That night they spent the night and the next morning when she had breakfast ..she drank a half glass of liquor! She said that's what she always had for breakfast.
Hey 'Dolly Parton'... I'm sorry you fell into the bathtub and lost your big, old wig! I tried to help you and I 'cared' so much! You poor... poor thing!
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Mooned In The Moonlight...
Mooned In The Moonlight...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
It was almost 11:30 pm. I'd just left the hospital to go home. I had worked 2nd shift. I registered, admitted patients in the Emergency Room.
I was passing the college close by... where the Confederate soldier monument dedicated to our Civil War dead... stood. It was dimly lit in that area... I saw a tall, thin figure walk out in front of me. It had been blocked by the monument.
I stopped... because everyone has to stop when college students are crossing in the walkway. It sure was late for a college student to be crossing!
The tall, skinny guy crossed in front of me, never looking at me. I watched him out of curiosity. I couldn't believe a student was crossing the street at that time of night.
He stopped as he stepped up on the sidewalk. He never turned around to look at me. What he did do... was to pull his pants down, bend over.... and moon me! I couldn't believe that skinny, white guy did that! If only he could have seen what I saw... oh my!
It got away with me... I began talking aloud. "I've been mooned... I've been mooned"!
I drove on through town, began the ride home on a country road. I thought I saw something very small, white flash up in the distance. At first, I didn't pay it any mind... until I had an uneasy feeling. I began to slow down. Thank-God, I did.
Standing in the highway were cows... seven, eight cows! They were milling about. I sat there, trembling. I was thinking how I'd just been mooned... and almost lost my life to a bunch of cows!
Instantly, the story of the cow jumping over the moon, came to mind. This was the second time I'd ever been flashed, actually mooned in my life. The first time by a big, hairy white guy... this time by a skinny, white dude.
Finally the cows moved enough so, I could pass through them. I drove until I got to town where I lived... I stopped at the stop light at Main Street. I waited... and while I waited, the most amazing thing happened... it felt like a dream. I wasn't sure I saw right!
Two cars came speeding by on Main Street, racing... as I sat at that stop light! The thought in my mind at that very moment was... the whole damn world's gone crazy!
I stopped by the police station to tell them about the cows. I didn't carry a cellphone at that time. I told the man that I'd been mooned tonight, almost hit a herd of cows... and thank-God for the stoplight... because I'd been killed if I had driven across Main Street.
It's amazing how things come in 'threes'. I always pay attention to the number 'three'.
Below is a silly, little poem that came to mind, I wrote:
Mooned In The Moonlight...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I was mooned in the moonlight
Mooned by a skinny, white guy
He walked across the street I traveled
Stopped, bent over... pulled his pants down
What I saw next... I won't describe
You know it wasn't much of anything
It was the idea that numbed my mind
The idea of ... I've just been mooned!
Down the road I drove, saw a flash of white
I began to see shadows moving on the highway
Cows... lots of cows blocked my way
I sat there until they decided I could go
I got to the stoplight, stopped to wait
Stopped to wait... saved my life
As two cars came barreling by in a race
Twice that night I sat, trembled... thanked God to be alive
Three times in one night, amazing things happened
Two could have caused my death in a crash
Being mooned was just funny...
There was just so .. little to see
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
It was almost 11:30 pm. I'd just left the hospital to go home. I had worked 2nd shift. I registered, admitted patients in the Emergency Room.
I was passing the college close by... where the Confederate soldier monument dedicated to our Civil War dead... stood. It was dimly lit in that area... I saw a tall, thin figure walk out in front of me. It had been blocked by the monument.
I stopped... because everyone has to stop when college students are crossing in the walkway. It sure was late for a college student to be crossing!
The tall, skinny guy crossed in front of me, never looking at me. I watched him out of curiosity. I couldn't believe a student was crossing the street at that time of night.
He stopped as he stepped up on the sidewalk. He never turned around to look at me. What he did do... was to pull his pants down, bend over.... and moon me! I couldn't believe that skinny, white guy did that! If only he could have seen what I saw... oh my!
It got away with me... I began talking aloud. "I've been mooned... I've been mooned"!
I drove on through town, began the ride home on a country road. I thought I saw something very small, white flash up in the distance. At first, I didn't pay it any mind... until I had an uneasy feeling. I began to slow down. Thank-God, I did.
Standing in the highway were cows... seven, eight cows! They were milling about. I sat there, trembling. I was thinking how I'd just been mooned... and almost lost my life to a bunch of cows!
Instantly, the story of the cow jumping over the moon, came to mind. This was the second time I'd ever been flashed, actually mooned in my life. The first time by a big, hairy white guy... this time by a skinny, white dude.
Finally the cows moved enough so, I could pass through them. I drove until I got to town where I lived... I stopped at the stop light at Main Street. I waited... and while I waited, the most amazing thing happened... it felt like a dream. I wasn't sure I saw right!
Two cars came speeding by on Main Street, racing... as I sat at that stop light! The thought in my mind at that very moment was... the whole damn world's gone crazy!
I stopped by the police station to tell them about the cows. I didn't carry a cellphone at that time. I told the man that I'd been mooned tonight, almost hit a herd of cows... and thank-God for the stoplight... because I'd been killed if I had driven across Main Street.
It's amazing how things come in 'threes'. I always pay attention to the number 'three'.
Below is a silly, little poem that came to mind, I wrote:
Mooned In The Moonlight...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
I was mooned in the moonlight
Mooned by a skinny, white guy
He walked across the street I traveled
Stopped, bent over... pulled his pants down
What I saw next... I won't describe
You know it wasn't much of anything
It was the idea that numbed my mind
The idea of ... I've just been mooned!
Down the road I drove, saw a flash of white
I began to see shadows moving on the highway
Cows... lots of cows blocked my way
I sat there until they decided I could go
I got to the stoplight, stopped to wait
Stopped to wait... saved my life
As two cars came barreling by in a race
Twice that night I sat, trembled... thanked God to be alive
Three times in one night, amazing things happened
Two could have caused my death in a crash
Being mooned was just funny...
There was just so .. little to see
All He Had On ... Was His Hair!
All He Had On ... Was His Hair!
Submitted by grannygee on February 09th, 2014 –
Saturday, February 8, 2014
The Big Guy Murdered It... I Watched
The Big Guy Murdered It ... I Watched
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Just A Doodle Painting by Gloria Faye Brown Bates...
I was out on the deck, rearranging the table, chairs. It was a nice evening. I was waiting for Skip to get home.
Occasional traffic passed by below... I stood at the rail to watch for Skip. We lived in a fairy tale setting; up on a little mountaintop where one drove up a long, steep driveway to get to our home.
Rocks were on both sides of the driveway... they'd been placed there before we moved there. There were trees on both sides of the driveway. It was absolutely beautiful.
I had always loved to play in the dirt... make flower gardens. I loved to arrange rocks, and such. When we moved there... I saw the prettiest rocks; I wanted to use them in my flower gardens.
Little did I know... how dangerous it was. Snakes were under those rocks! Where we lived, there were moccasins, copperheads as well as king snakes. I began moving rocks to arrange them until I lifted up a rock, not one time... not two times... but, three times... to find snakes coiled up under them!
I put each rock back as quickly as I had lifted it.... and jumped back. My heart would beat fast inside my chest... I would feel breathless. Fear! I would even feel cold chills on my skin! I never tried to kill a snake because it was their natural habitat.
Once when raking the 'million' leaves up there... a snake crawled over my feet! Oh my... I screamed, jumped up and down!
The only time I killed a snake was when a copperhead was too close to little kittens that were curious about it. It was coiled up to strike. I felt bad for having to kill it... also, it was at our Pups' fenced-in yard. I would fight a bear to save our Pups... I love them that much.
Anyway... I was in a happy mood that evening. I happily moved things around on the deck. I had walked to the rail to stand there to look down at the highway through the trees. Trees surrounded our home.... it was beautiful.
So peaceful... birds sang to each other. Little kittens played nearby in the trees. They were feral kittens... I fed feral cats that lived in the woods. Their mother was teaching them to hunt. I was amazed... I had a perfect view.
A huge, white pickup came into view, slid to a stop down on the highway. The sound was very loud, awful... it didn't belong in such a peaceful setting.
I looked down at it as it sat there several moments... the windows were tinted dark black. All of a sudden, the pickup took off in the opposite way it had came, slid to another stop... several yards from our mailbox.
Our mailbox was one of those big mailboxes. It was very pretty... I had painted a farm scene on it. I hoped no one would destroy it... we lived in a deserted area, and on that road... mailboxes were destroyed frequently.
I saw a big, white guy get out of the passenger side of the truck. He was a very clean-cut guy, he had blonde hair. He was nice-looking... he reminded me of my son, Tommy. One paid attention to big guys like them... handsome, tall.
I was wondering 'why?' he was going to walk up to the house, instead of them driving up. The big guy stood outside the truck, reached in for something.....
What happened next... happened so fast. It put me into a shock... I became very afraid. I was trapped up on that little mountain should they decide to come up there. The pickup blocked the driveway, where the big guy stood.
I had ran inside the house to the front door so, I could see better. I stayed out of sight. The big guy began to walk toward the mailbox...
He raised his arm, I saw a bat in his hand. He began beating the mailbox... he didn't only beat it... he murdered our mailbox. He over-killed it.
He put such violence in every blow.... I felt sick in my stomach because I just knew they had seen me out on the deck when at first... they slid to a stop.
I felt he was murdering the mailbox as if to say... we're coming up there to get you next! The strange thing is as he struck each blow... I 'felt' it in my stomach! I kept thinking that's how it looks to be murdered... maybe he's killed someone ...before.
I've never seen anyone beat something so bad. It seemed like he'd never stop. He did, finally. He walked back to the pickup... bat swinging in his hand. I knew they were coming for me. I was looking around at what to do... where to go!
The pickup began to move... I held my breath, prayed for Skip to please drive up. God please protect me, I prayed.
The pickup accelerated, took off up the highway! Oh, thank-you, God! They didn't come up the driveway.... I began calling Skip on the cellphone. My voice was shaking so much, he couldn't understand me.
When he got home, he stopped at the mailbox... I walked down the driveway. There wasn't any hope for that mailbox... it had died a horrible death.
*** Note by author:
This really happened some years ago, when we lived up on Fairchild's Mountain. I witnessed something very few people ever see... vandalism of a mailbox.
I'm sure this mailbox suffered more violence than your usual damaged mailboxes. Maybe my happy farm scene pissed someone off... instead of damaging it... the big guy murdered it... I watched.
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Just A Doodle Painting by Gloria Faye Brown Bates...
I was out on the deck, rearranging the table, chairs. It was a nice evening. I was waiting for Skip to get home.
Occasional traffic passed by below... I stood at the rail to watch for Skip. We lived in a fairy tale setting; up on a little mountaintop where one drove up a long, steep driveway to get to our home.
Rocks were on both sides of the driveway... they'd been placed there before we moved there. There were trees on both sides of the driveway. It was absolutely beautiful.
I had always loved to play in the dirt... make flower gardens. I loved to arrange rocks, and such. When we moved there... I saw the prettiest rocks; I wanted to use them in my flower gardens.
Little did I know... how dangerous it was. Snakes were under those rocks! Where we lived, there were moccasins, copperheads as well as king snakes. I began moving rocks to arrange them until I lifted up a rock, not one time... not two times... but, three times... to find snakes coiled up under them!
I put each rock back as quickly as I had lifted it.... and jumped back. My heart would beat fast inside my chest... I would feel breathless. Fear! I would even feel cold chills on my skin! I never tried to kill a snake because it was their natural habitat.
Once when raking the 'million' leaves up there... a snake crawled over my feet! Oh my... I screamed, jumped up and down!
The only time I killed a snake was when a copperhead was too close to little kittens that were curious about it. It was coiled up to strike. I felt bad for having to kill it... also, it was at our Pups' fenced-in yard. I would fight a bear to save our Pups... I love them that much.
Anyway... I was in a happy mood that evening. I happily moved things around on the deck. I had walked to the rail to stand there to look down at the highway through the trees. Trees surrounded our home.... it was beautiful.
So peaceful... birds sang to each other. Little kittens played nearby in the trees. They were feral kittens... I fed feral cats that lived in the woods. Their mother was teaching them to hunt. I was amazed... I had a perfect view.
A huge, white pickup came into view, slid to a stop down on the highway. The sound was very loud, awful... it didn't belong in such a peaceful setting.
I looked down at it as it sat there several moments... the windows were tinted dark black. All of a sudden, the pickup took off in the opposite way it had came, slid to another stop... several yards from our mailbox.
Our mailbox was one of those big mailboxes. It was very pretty... I had painted a farm scene on it. I hoped no one would destroy it... we lived in a deserted area, and on that road... mailboxes were destroyed frequently.
I saw a big, white guy get out of the passenger side of the truck. He was a very clean-cut guy, he had blonde hair. He was nice-looking... he reminded me of my son, Tommy. One paid attention to big guys like them... handsome, tall.
I was wondering 'why?' he was going to walk up to the house, instead of them driving up. The big guy stood outside the truck, reached in for something.....
What happened next... happened so fast. It put me into a shock... I became very afraid. I was trapped up on that little mountain should they decide to come up there. The pickup blocked the driveway, where the big guy stood.
I had ran inside the house to the front door so, I could see better. I stayed out of sight. The big guy began to walk toward the mailbox...
He raised his arm, I saw a bat in his hand. He began beating the mailbox... he didn't only beat it... he murdered our mailbox. He over-killed it.
He put such violence in every blow.... I felt sick in my stomach because I just knew they had seen me out on the deck when at first... they slid to a stop.
I felt he was murdering the mailbox as if to say... we're coming up there to get you next! The strange thing is as he struck each blow... I 'felt' it in my stomach! I kept thinking that's how it looks to be murdered... maybe he's killed someone ...before.
I've never seen anyone beat something so bad. It seemed like he'd never stop. He did, finally. He walked back to the pickup... bat swinging in his hand. I knew they were coming for me. I was looking around at what to do... where to go!
The pickup began to move... I held my breath, prayed for Skip to please drive up. God please protect me, I prayed.
The pickup accelerated, took off up the highway! Oh, thank-you, God! They didn't come up the driveway.... I began calling Skip on the cellphone. My voice was shaking so much, he couldn't understand me.
When he got home, he stopped at the mailbox... I walked down the driveway. There wasn't any hope for that mailbox... it had died a horrible death.
*** Note by author:
This really happened some years ago, when we lived up on Fairchild's Mountain. I witnessed something very few people ever see... vandalism of a mailbox.
I'm sure this mailbox suffered more violence than your usual damaged mailboxes. Maybe my happy farm scene pissed someone off... instead of damaging it... the big guy murdered it... I watched.
Friday, February 7, 2014
One Minute They Are They... The Next, They Are Gone!
One Minute They Are There... The Next, They Are Gone!
One Minute We Are There... The Next, We Are Gone!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Walking on the sand, happy as a lark... I was doing something I loved to do. Treasure-hunting for beautiful seashells, hoping to find something unusual.
Men, women, children stood along the shore, fishing. I'd never seen that before. I was fascinated. The water must be deep... I knew I wasn't going to find out.
Too many people fishing in the ocean... no one else was in the water. Not only that... I'd had my shark encounter in the ocean some years before. I'm not going in any deeper than my ankles. 'I mean that thing'!
I'll never forget being thigh-deep in the ocean at Miami Beach... oh, the water felt so nice, warm. I had pulled my skirt up so, it wouldn't get wet... finally, I just didn't care if it did get wet!
I was standing there, jumping the little waves that passed me by. I felt a hard bump on my thigh... I couldn't imagine what it was. I wasn't afraid... until I saw.... I saw a shark swim by! It was maybe 4-5 feet long... not big.... but, it was big enough for me!
I screamed, felt such fear in my heart.... the next thing I know... I was flying through that water to get to the shore! I knew that shark was going to get my ass! I just knew it was!
Thank-God, I made it to shore. I stood there, and began shaking all over. I looked up to the sky, vowed I'd never go into the ocean again. I mean I promised with my very heart... I wouldn't go back in... ever! I've kept that promise all these years!
Anyway... I was walking in the sand, feeling the damp, coolness between my toes. I moved on where the sand felt dry... silky. I love to walk on sand like that.
I began noticing something I'd never seen personally, on the sand. Beautiful sea shells like I'd never found before. There were lots of them... I could get all I wanted of them. I felt such excitement... like going on an Easter egg hunt!
Each shell was unique... they were swirly, like ice cream. You know the ones you get at Dairy Queen.... the soft-serve ice cream swirled into a cone. I'd never found such shells in my life!
I had on a huge tee shirt.... I gathered it up and made a 'basket'. I began running here, there to fill it with the wonderful sea shells. It was going to be fun to take them home, show them to everyone! Who finds such sea shells like these? I'd only seen them in the shops near the ocean.
I filled my tee shirt full of those sea shells... I was smiling, happy with my treasures. Everyone who saw me gathering those sea shells shared my happiness.... why, they were smiling back at me! Some people were laughing... later, I knew why.
I happened to look down... took a second look. I went into shock! I couldn't believe what was happening to my sea shells! Each one was 'sprouting'.... legs!!! I almost had a heart attack!
I began screaming, my 'basket' of beautiful sea shells went flying through the air.... I began having a 'fit'. I was jumping up and down, feeling cold chills over my body... I forgot there were people around.
When I began to calm down... I sheepishly looked around. Everyone was bending over, laughing their asses off at me. I began to smile, laugh with them.
In my mind, I could see those legs had pinchers on them! I still don't know the name of the beautiful sea shells I found. I just know they have legs!
Oh, I made another vow at the ocean... I wouldn't be picking up beautiful sea shells like that, again!
That was two times, something 'too exciting' happened to me at the ocean. I don't trust a third time! I remember watching a documentary about sharks... guess what? Sharks can come up in the waves to the shore, and go back....
I could be walking in ankle-deep water, a shark could come sliding up, grab me by my ankle... take me on into the ocean with him. Did you know they could do that?
Sharks... can make us just disappear from standing on the shoreline. One minute we are there... the next, we are gone!
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Walking on the sand, happy as a lark... I was doing something I loved to do. Treasure-hunting for beautiful seashells, hoping to find something unusual.
Men, women, children stood along the shore, fishing. I'd never seen that before. I was fascinated. The water must be deep... I knew I wasn't going to find out.
Too many people fishing in the ocean... no one else was in the water. Not only that... I'd had my shark encounter in the ocean some years before. I'm not going in any deeper than my ankles. 'I mean that thing'!
I'll never forget being thigh-deep in the ocean at Miami Beach... oh, the water felt so nice, warm. I had pulled my skirt up so, it wouldn't get wet... finally, I just didn't care if it did get wet!
I was standing there, jumping the little waves that passed me by. I felt a hard bump on my thigh... I couldn't imagine what it was. I wasn't afraid... until I saw.... I saw a shark swim by! It was maybe 4-5 feet long... not big.... but, it was big enough for me!
I screamed, felt such fear in my heart.... the next thing I know... I was flying through that water to get to the shore! I knew that shark was going to get my ass! I just knew it was!
Thank-God, I made it to shore. I stood there, and began shaking all over. I looked up to the sky, vowed I'd never go into the ocean again. I mean I promised with my very heart... I wouldn't go back in... ever! I've kept that promise all these years!
Anyway... I was walking in the sand, feeling the damp, coolness between my toes. I moved on where the sand felt dry... silky. I love to walk on sand like that.
I began noticing something I'd never seen personally, on the sand. Beautiful sea shells like I'd never found before. There were lots of them... I could get all I wanted of them. I felt such excitement... like going on an Easter egg hunt!
Each shell was unique... they were swirly, like ice cream. You know the ones you get at Dairy Queen.... the soft-serve ice cream swirled into a cone. I'd never found such shells in my life!
I had on a huge tee shirt.... I gathered it up and made a 'basket'. I began running here, there to fill it with the wonderful sea shells. It was going to be fun to take them home, show them to everyone! Who finds such sea shells like these? I'd only seen them in the shops near the ocean.
I filled my tee shirt full of those sea shells... I was smiling, happy with my treasures. Everyone who saw me gathering those sea shells shared my happiness.... why, they were smiling back at me! Some people were laughing... later, I knew why.
I happened to look down... took a second look. I went into shock! I couldn't believe what was happening to my sea shells! Each one was 'sprouting'.... legs!!! I almost had a heart attack!
I began screaming, my 'basket' of beautiful sea shells went flying through the air.... I began having a 'fit'. I was jumping up and down, feeling cold chills over my body... I forgot there were people around.
When I began to calm down... I sheepishly looked around. Everyone was bending over, laughing their asses off at me. I began to smile, laugh with them.
In my mind, I could see those legs had pinchers on them! I still don't know the name of the beautiful sea shells I found. I just know they have legs!
Oh, I made another vow at the ocean... I wouldn't be picking up beautiful sea shells like that, again!
That was two times, something 'too exciting' happened to me at the ocean. I don't trust a third time! I remember watching a documentary about sharks... guess what? Sharks can come up in the waves to the shore, and go back....
I could be walking in ankle-deep water, a shark could come sliding up, grab me by my ankle... take me on into the ocean with him. Did you know they could do that?
Sharks... can make us just disappear from standing on the shoreline. One minute we are there... the next, we are gone!
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Up On Fairchild's Mountain...
Up On Fairchild's Mountain...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Photo of my son, Tommy... and myself... taken at Lake Royale, when we lived there...
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.... Note: this photo survived a house fire.
Up on the hill like a mountaintop
Lies several graves that are long forgotten
Never important to anyone but, us
Each grave was dug by hand
Grief in our hearts, tears overflowing from our eyes
We placed rocks over each, to protect from wild animals
Each spring, yellow buttercups bloom
Golden sunshine glows through the branches
Of the trees... making it a magical place to visit
Sometimes, we walked there to stand in silence
In silence... to remember each pet we buried there
Not only pets, a possum was buried there, too
A little white possum we fed every night
We found it one day down on the road
A car had taken its life away, caused grief in our hearts
We bought the little possum's body back up on the mountain
Dug a small grave, laid the possum gently in it
Stood there, feeling grief for it... quietly covered it up with dirt
We placed rocks upon its grave, just as we did our two dogs
Two dogs whom had grown to a golden, old age
Every year they lived, made our lives very happy
We'd leave, come home to our Pups, tails wagging
Walk through the gate, they'd come running
To greet, love us... glad we were home
Now, we have three other Pups who have taken their places
Pups we love with our very hearts, Pups who are dear to us
Life is long enough to know love, too short when we lose it
We don't live there anymore, all has become more memories
Precious memories of days gone by up on that mountaintop
The mountaintop we named Fairchild's Mountain
Fairchild was a big, shiny black dog
He was our Rottie... he died with cancer three months after Tommy
Grief, more grief... pain you can never imagine
The evening before Tommy died, he was at Fairchild's mountain
Walking all around, power-washing the house, cars
Sitting, talking, laughing with us... eating at the picnic table
A smile as bright as the sunshine
Eyes sparkling, full of love as he ate his sandwiches
Mama, these are the best sandwiches I've ever eaten!
My last memory of my son when he was alive
Driving down the driveway by the house, a smile on his face
Tooting the horn, waving his hand.... bye, mama! I love you!
On that mountaintop was the last time I got to hug my son
See his smile, hear his voice... see him walk
The next time I saw him... he was in that box I tried not to see
Fairchild's mountain, full of memories, one big memory in my mind
Where I used to walk every place Tommy went that evening
Trying to see him, hear him in my mind... trying to find Tommy
Knowing I wouldn't... knowing he was gone forever
Tommy was gone forever to never come back
My last memories of him are up on Fairchild's mountain
I never wanted to leave there, but... we had to
The owners needed to sell... we didn't have the money to buy
Now... someone else lives with memories unaware they are there
My last memories of my son, our pets I didn't want to leave
I can't go back now... it's not our home any longer
It's not our home now... it's no longer Fairchild's mountain
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Please Don't Say A Word...
Please Don't Say A Word...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Son, one day when I have to go, be here no more
I don't want you to have to feel pain... grieve for me
Everything's going to be alright
I want you to be prepared ... just in case
It's the way life is... parents go before the child
I want to tell you how to remember me, Son
Each night you see the moon, stars... I want you to know
That I'm up there, shining down on you with love
Know that I'm close by, always loving you... I told my son
See me in the happy colors you encounter in life
In a field of flowers... beautiful colored fabrics, paints
When the sunshine warms you... feel my love
When a soft breeze ruffles your blonde-strawberry, wavy hair
It's me ... ruffling it just as I did when you were a little boy
Close your eyes, feel your mama hug you, Son
I always thought I'd go first... that's the way it's supposed to be
Parents aren't supposed to outlive their children
Feel the grief of losing a child, a life they brought into the world
I have been through many close calls, being very ill
I wanted my son to always know if I should go away
To be prepared for it... hoping he wouldn't have to feel pain
That everything would be alright... it's the way life can be
To have a special way of remembering his mama
To know, have a way to feel his mother's love
Like pennies dropped from heaven... rice in unexpected places
Letting one know it's the special way for a loved one
To reach out from the other side to say... I love you
The strange thing is that I prepared my son
We didn't prepare ... me ... for the day he went away
The day he went away... forever
Children aren't supposed to die before their parents
My only child... my son died before me, his mother
Left me here to grieve for him... it wasn't supposed to be that way
How did he say to remember him if he should go away first?
I keep asking myself that question, only to remember
Remember that we never discussed that... I knew I'd go first
I sit here with my memories, photos of my son
Photos of his children... all have gone away
As if... they never existed ... sometimes, life can be that way
At this moment I grieve for him, but... I can't cry
My tears have all cried out... until there are no more
So, all I can do... is sit here... smile my sad, bittersweet smile
Let the pain flow from my heart into my fingertips
Spill out words like the stormy ocean during a storm
Swirling around... waves crashing until... calming down
It happened again... I promised to share
Tell you about grief when it happened
Now... everything is alright once again ... please don't say a word
Grief, pain is what I know best... this is what I write
Don't feel sorry for me... I'm very strong
It's been a long journey... I didn't know I would... but, I survived
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Son, one day when I have to go, be here no more
I don't want you to have to feel pain... grieve for me
Everything's going to be alright
I want you to be prepared ... just in case
It's the way life is... parents go before the child
I want to tell you how to remember me, Son
Each night you see the moon, stars... I want you to know
That I'm up there, shining down on you with love
Know that I'm close by, always loving you... I told my son
See me in the happy colors you encounter in life
In a field of flowers... beautiful colored fabrics, paints
When the sunshine warms you... feel my love
When a soft breeze ruffles your blonde-strawberry, wavy hair
It's me ... ruffling it just as I did when you were a little boy
Close your eyes, feel your mama hug you, Son
I always thought I'd go first... that's the way it's supposed to be
Parents aren't supposed to outlive their children
Feel the grief of losing a child, a life they brought into the world
I have been through many close calls, being very ill
I wanted my son to always know if I should go away
To be prepared for it... hoping he wouldn't have to feel pain
That everything would be alright... it's the way life can be
To have a special way of remembering his mama
To know, have a way to feel his mother's love
Like pennies dropped from heaven... rice in unexpected places
Letting one know it's the special way for a loved one
To reach out from the other side to say... I love you
The strange thing is that I prepared my son
We didn't prepare ... me ... for the day he went away
The day he went away... forever
Children aren't supposed to die before their parents
My only child... my son died before me, his mother
Left me here to grieve for him... it wasn't supposed to be that way
How did he say to remember him if he should go away first?
I keep asking myself that question, only to remember
Remember that we never discussed that... I knew I'd go first
I sit here with my memories, photos of my son
Photos of his children... all have gone away
As if... they never existed ... sometimes, life can be that way
At this moment I grieve for him, but... I can't cry
My tears have all cried out... until there are no more
So, all I can do... is sit here... smile my sad, bittersweet smile
Let the pain flow from my heart into my fingertips
Spill out words like the stormy ocean during a storm
Swirling around... waves crashing until... calming down
It happened again... I promised to share
Tell you about grief when it happened
Now... everything is alright once again ... please don't say a word
Grief, pain is what I know best... this is what I write
Don't feel sorry for me... I'm very strong
It's been a long journey... I didn't know I would... but, I survived
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Her Spirit Soared Away To Look Down... From Above
Her Spirit Soared Away To Look Down ... From Above
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny .... 2013
Her hair fanned about her face, so pretty it was
The wind blew strands up from the ground
The ground, she laid upon
The sunshine made her pretty face... glow
She had pink lips, eyes of blue
Her eyebrows were black as her hair
She stared off into space, she saw something I couldn't see
It must not have been bad... she had a half-smile on her face
What happened to her was bad... though, she smiled
She had been hit, thrown to the ground by the force
Her spirit floated away into the air
It looked down at the woman who stood there in shock
The woman shed tears for an unknown stranger
As her heart felt such intense grief
A waste of life... lying here, before her
Someone had hit this girl, kept on driving
Never stopping to help, or to see
What they had done... a coward they was
She stood there, crying for all bad things like this in the world
As she took out her cellphone, dialed for help
She looked down to the girl... knew she'd gone away
All the help in the world couldn't help her now
She wasn't in this world anymore, her life was gone
Though... her spirit had soared away to look down... from above
As she waited, she felt a warm air caress her face like a gentle kiss
She felt what felt like arms wrap around, hug her
She thought she heard a whisper in her ear, "Thank-you... everything's going to be alright"
She looked at the girl's face again... she thought she saw a smile
Blinking her eyes, looking again to find it still there
She felt her own lips smile... and a sense of peace in her heart
Grief, pain of any kind can be devastating
Bring us to our knees... make it almost impossible to recover from
Somehow, though... I know... everything will eventually be alright, again
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny .... 2013
Her hair fanned about her face, so pretty it was
The wind blew strands up from the ground
The ground, she laid upon
The sunshine made her pretty face... glow
She had pink lips, eyes of blue
Her eyebrows were black as her hair
She stared off into space, she saw something I couldn't see
It must not have been bad... she had a half-smile on her face
What happened to her was bad... though, she smiled
She had been hit, thrown to the ground by the force
Her spirit floated away into the air
It looked down at the woman who stood there in shock
The woman shed tears for an unknown stranger
As her heart felt such intense grief
A waste of life... lying here, before her
Someone had hit this girl, kept on driving
Never stopping to help, or to see
What they had done... a coward they was
She stood there, crying for all bad things like this in the world
As she took out her cellphone, dialed for help
She looked down to the girl... knew she'd gone away
All the help in the world couldn't help her now
She wasn't in this world anymore, her life was gone
Though... her spirit had soared away to look down... from above
As she waited, she felt a warm air caress her face like a gentle kiss
She felt what felt like arms wrap around, hug her
She thought she heard a whisper in her ear, "Thank-you... everything's going to be alright"
She looked at the girl's face again... she thought she saw a smile
Blinking her eyes, looking again to find it still there
She felt her own lips smile... and a sense of peace in her heart
Grief, pain of any kind can be devastating
Bring us to our knees... make it almost impossible to recover from
Somehow, though... I know... everything will eventually be alright, again
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
No Matter The Pain In Your Heart... Everything's Going To Be Alright
No Matter The Pain In Your Heart... Everything's Going To Be Alright
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.......... 2013
Tears unshed... pain unseen
A smile covers it all
Covers it all... like sunshine glowing
Look into her eyes, she won't let you see
What's really in her heart
She knows how to hide it all
Many years have taught her how
To say all the right things
Not show her pain, weakness
No one wants to know... anyway
They carry pain, heartache of their own
We each live in a different world... side by side
Only inches from each other... our worlds aren't the same
Her world is hell... his world is heaven
No one knows what the other goes through
Unless... someone tells; we don't because no one wants to know
Who wants to hear someone complain, cry
The ones who are quiet are the ones who are noticed
When things are real... people are quiet
People who protest too much... are the loudest
Usually... aren't the ones who really suffer
The quiet ones don't have to say anything
They know it doesn't change a thing
What made them sad... has to be accepted
You know the old sayings about if you can't change something
Learn acceptance... go forward, while letting go
You just as well laugh... as to cry
Smile the brightest... show no pain
Let the world see your sunshine smile
Let them see... somehow... everything really can be alright
Be a beacon, a lighthouse... near the ocean
Guiding ships to safety from the rocky shore
Comforting... everything's going to be alright
Sail your ship forward into the setting sun
With a smile on your face
No matter the pain in your heart... everything's going to be alright
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