Sunday, November 22, 2015

Death ...

Death ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny





Death ... the end ... no more chances
To say or do the things we put off doing
Never enough time to learn to do it now ... not later

Death ... having to let go whether we want to or not
Pulls us from this world when we don't want to let go
We leave when Death calls ... no matter we try to hold onto Life

Death ... makes me panic, fear
It's the end of all things ... no more here
Just the ever-after ... darkness no light

At one time it didn't matter if I died
If I had died I wouldn't have known the difference
I was already walking in darkness, I was gone

That's what happens when you lose a child
A precious baby you carried, brought into the world
You never expect to outlive it

I can't think of a worse pain for a mother
She's very fortunate to recover from it
It almost took my life ... my fighting spirit took over

Took over when I didn't know
Began to pull me from the depths of darkness
Darkness kept sucking me in

Knowledge of my child's death
Was bigger than me, hard to live with it inside
I couldn't walk away, leave it behind

Every moment of my life it tortured me
I couldn't see light for darkness
When I did it was gone in an instant

Grief ... so much grief
No room for happiness, fun things
Pain greater than great

No one can understand unless they walk the path
To feel, really feel the pain
Only when they lose a loved one will they understand

I'm afraid of dying ... I want to live
No longer do I want to let go of Life
I can live now, knowing my son is gone

Five years ago he died playing on the beach
With his three year old son
He died a beautiful death, the way anyone'd want to go

No pain, suffering ... quick
The angels buffered his fall to the sand
As he collapsed, drawing his last breath

The sea gulls sang, the ocean waves were background
The sun caressed his sweet face
As his soul lifted to fly with Angels to Heaven

Death ... I've been almost through the door
How I came back I do not know
I would have never known I died, I was gone

When someone we love dies
It's hard to accept we won't see them anymore
Hear their voices, see their smiles

In order to live we have to learn to accept
The fact they aren't coming back
We have to help ourself to cope

If we don't, we are doomed
I helped myself after 3 long years
Of darkness in the land of grief

It began with me helping myself
Through writing the Hell away
Releasing grief word by word

Putting steel in my backbone
Getting to my feet, dusting my pants off
Facing Life once more ... head on

Since ... little baby steps by baby steps
I have made it after five long years
I'm alright now ... this year being the best

Death didn't claim me, I don't know why
Grief, sickness took me to its door
I'm living proof that miracles happen

I'm still here when the others aren't
Others being all my loved ones, my son
I don't know why ... I won't question why

I will go on with my life being the best I can
I'm not perfect nor try to be
I will live until I die ... until Death comes for me







Note by this Author:

Sometimes, on gloomy days when Skip isn't around ... I become very sad.  The thoughts of Death will sometimes bother me.

Thinking of Tommy ... my son, my mother, father, aunts, brother, grandmothers, George the only grandfather I ever knew, cousins ... everyone I grew up loving with my very Heart ... make me very sad.

All my family is gone ... the ones left are gone, too.  Only a few communicate with me ... it means the world to me.  Our lives are so far apart that we could never have relationships.  It is the way Life is ... sad.

It's the legacy left to us of our family before us ... distrust of the others knowing if you get close ... reveal your weakness that that's the first thing they will use against you if they become upset at you.  No one can trust.  Life is what it is ... no more, no less.

Some of us try ... but, we are always on guard.  We have been conditioned to be that way since a little child.

Today is a gloomy, rainy day.  These sad thoughts came to my mind.

Photos/ poem owned, written by me.  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.



To Know We Have Righted All Things Wrong ...



To Know We Have Righted All Things Wrong ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny






Bodies swaying as they danced
In beat to the music playing
Eyes closed ... in another world

Hand in hand, bodies close
In sync, perfect rhythm
Each body knows what the other wants

A step here, a dip there
Bodies coming back to touch
Tightly to one another, never missing a step

Love is in the air warming it in its glow
Two bodies loving one another
In every move they make

Becoming one, blossoming into two
Once again ... two have become one
Never wanting to leave the other's side

Love forming a lifetime bond
Soulmates finding each other
Perfect for no one else, perfect for them

Love ... like a soft glowing fireplace
Softly burning colors of red, orange, yellow
Warming one to the soul

Emotion filling each Heart
With a deep caring so much it hurts
Lay your head on my shoulder he says

Rest your mind knowing I'll protect, love you
Trust in me for I'll never hurt you
Never will I let you go

Laying her head on his shoulder
Closing her eyes in trust
Believing in him ... that was thirty-two years ago

Bond unbreakable, lasting a lifetime
Being young ... getting old
What happens if one loses the other

Like a faded rose and stem separated
Leaves fall off in sickness
The rose fades until ... it fades away

The beauty of love through time
Everlasting ... sadly there's an end
Nothing can change it when its time to go

Is that all we come to when we grow older
To lose our beauty our spunk in life
To leave our loved one behind?

We come to an end through sickness, death
Leaving our soulmate behind to grieve
Isn't it sad to know the beginning is just the end

Loving until we die ...  no chance to practice
The things we learned life
No chance to do things over, make things right

Make things right where we went wrong
As a younger person ... never getting to say I'm sorry
To re-do things so, our minds could rest

Rest until the day we have to take our last breath
Have to go ... go knowing we did all things right
Leaving nothing undone

Couldn't we all go to our graves
Knowing we righted all wrongs
To make all right before we died

That would be the ultimate to carry with us
Into the ever after
To know we have righted all things ... wrong








Note by this Author:

I look around me ... look at myself, Skip ... I see us growing older.  I see others growing older.  Like many before me, I ask where did time go?  We think we got forever ... forever comes quickly.  I think of so much I have wanted to do, say ... never will get to do but, try to say.

I notice that at times I feel panicky.  I become afraid.  I worry about death because in my mind ... Tommy died so, that means 'anyone could die' if he did. I have been to the door of Death ... somehow, managed to escape it several times in my life.

I keep seeing a friend of ours in my mind.  We lived next to him.  I watched him worry about dying.  He had emphysema, was on oxygen.  When he'd see an ambulance come to pick someone up in the neighbor-hood he would walk outside, stand watching.  He never knew I saw the fear of dying on his face.

When he lay dying, his wife began calling my name.  I heard her, ran to their house.  I went to the bedroom, saw him already 'in another world' ... I went to him speaking softly, took his hand.

I talked quietly to him telling him he was loved, and everything was going to be alright.  The EMS guys came in, I walked out of the room.  I was with him when he took his last breath.  I went to his wife, held her as she cried.  My Heart was breaking.

Later ... I watched her go downhill.  She made her home into a tomb ... no sounds whatsoever.  When I'd go knock on the door I would see her sitting through the window.  Her life, her smile and energy ebbed away.  Her soulmate had died ... she had died inside ... she was waiting for her body to catch up.  She died soon-after ... on the path of dementia, then death.

I loved those people.  They were elderly.  I learned by watching how sad it is when one of them died ... how the other grieved.  I cared with my Heart only I couldn't get to her to please be alright ... please keep her beautiful energy, smile.  She faded away ... no one could stop her.  Just as a cut flower dies ... she did.

The thought came to my mind ... is that all we come to after going through so much in life, learning so many lessons?  We just die and ... that's it ... the end?  Isn't it sad?

Skip and I are best friends, soulmates ... he and our Pups are my whole world.  Yes, sometimes ... I become afraid ... no matter how old we get ... we always wish to live forever never leaving the ones we love.

Photos/poem owned/written by me .... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Paper ... White and Clean

Paper ... White and Clean
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter
(All artwork is by me, owned by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates)











A blank piece of paper, white and clean
No written words has it ever seen
Until ... I come along, feel the need to write on it



I sit, close my eyes to see
In my mind what I want to write about me
Decide do I want to draw or write



My fingers begin typing merrily along
Words in my mind ... sing song
Tapping my memories as they flow





From my mind just as rain falls from the sky
Words like drops splash on my page ... oh my
The colors of my life



Grief, pain mostly what I know
I wish I could tell you it ain't so
Life is what it is ... no more or less



I don't feel sorry for myself, nor stay down and out
Because it gives me stories to write about
I write stories for you to read making it a positive thing






To entertain, make you sad, glad ... happy or cry
That's what stories are for I think as I sigh
Yes, I give you a story as I get much needed release



We are both happy for it
As you read and I ... typing words as I sit
That's what readers, writers do!






My characters want to play
Giving me words they want to say
I'm doing what I love to do



Life-giving words to bring characters alive
As they walk, run, jump ... even dive
I put the colors in their life as I paint with words






If my stories are sad
With words I can take away the bad
Making everyone happy once again



As they live the rest of their life happily
Ride off into the sunset as far as I can see
I let go ... everything is alright once again






No longer is the paper white, clean
It's colored with my words waiting to be seen
Beginning of story ... all the way to The End






Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee








Note by this Author:

Photo/poem written ... owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.









Little Girl Without Christmas Presents

Little Girl Without Christmas Presents
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter









Listening to Christmas music
Takes me into the past
To remember with a smile
My Grandma Alma and George

Twinkle in Grandma Alma's eyes
Her beautiful smile
One good hand holding a Xmas present
Opening it, expressing joy over its contents

George smiling as he held his stocking
Filled with oranges, apples, nuts
As if it were the biggest treasure
Trying to see with his sightless eyes

A little girl watched, wishing
For toys, presents under the tree
Her cousins next door were getting lots of gifts
Knowing that gifts like that weren't for her

A little girl living in a world
Where everything was for other children
Not for her ... no need to think about them
Nothing was meant for her ... she accepted it

Accepted it thinking she wasn't good enough
Only other people's wishes came true
Everything she wished for
Didn't ever come true ... she learned to quit wishing





Dreaming ... daydreaming was for others
Not for her ... only other people's wishes came true
She had wished to be in the Girl Scouts
Couldn't ... was it lack of money? was she good enough?

Past Christmases ... very few Christmas presents
Was it lack of money ... or she didn't deserve them
Was it because ... they were meant for other people
She learned to never expect anything

Never expect anything ... good things were for others
She never wondered why they weren't meant for her
The little girl instinctively knew good things
Ran out before they got to her

Smiling, expressing happiness over her cousins' gifts
The little girl had such pride
Making her hide her hurt, pain ... embarrassment
So her cousins wouldn't make fun of her




Make fun of her they did
Bragging on all Santa Claus brought to them
Never understanding how it felt
To be a little girl without Christmas presents

My mind going back to the past
I smile sadly ... thinking I'm glad it doesn't hurt
Today ... I let go of the pain so long ago
I smile sadly ... through time new pain filled its place

Yet ... through the sadness I feel happy
Thankful for all I have today
I don't have a lot ... yet, I do
I have my whole world ... Skip and our Pups

They are all I have now
Everyone is gone I ever loved
The ones left are gone too, yet still here
Gone forever even while we live

Life is sad ... if I could I'd make all happy
I can't because it's not meant to be
I smile sadly, yet feel happiness in my Heart
Knowing no matter what ... everything's going to be alright










My beautiful mother whom I wanted to grow up to be like ... to be so beautiful as she was.  I did grow up to be beautiful ... now ... I've become older and am a ... faded rose :)  Life is what it is.






Note by this Author:



Photos, poem owned/written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny.




I grew up knowing I was the child good things didn't happen to.  I know now, as an older adult ...  there was a lack of money ... lack of people to care about this one little girl ... why should they?  I wasn't ... their ... little girl.

My mother (no matter what I loved my mother ... she was a troubled too-young mother who had no business with a child) ... was always gone.

She would leave me at my Grandma Alma and George's in Hell where they lived, or with my Grandmother Lola where life was ... perfect ... or with a father who was afraid to acknowledge his oldest daughter for fear his wife would become angry, jealous.  I was one of his three daughters ... I was the one he never took time to know.  I loved him ... regardless.

None of this bothers me today and hasn't for many years.  My mother was only 14 years older than I ... she was a child, herself.  How could she have known what it took to raise a child?

Her actions caused me such grief, pain ... being unprotected from the harshness of life.  I forgave her ... I loved her with my very Heart.

My mother was very good to me as I became older, always there for me.  She suffered so much from her own choices in life ... she was too young to know better.  She was my beautiful mother who looked like Elizabeth Taylor ... as a little girl I idolized her.

Tonight as I listen to Christmas music I think of her, and the so many relatives I loved most in life who have died in the past years.  I was one of them ... almost ... several times.  I sometimes wonder why I lived ... they didn't.

The relatives who live today I love ... but relationships are next to impossible.  We were born distrustful, afraid of the other ... no matter how we wish we could be close, we just can't.  Isn't it so sad?  I love each one of them very much ... it is what it is ... no more, no less.

If I could I would pull everyone together and want everyone to be close.  This is where the expression 'nothing is impossible' is an exception.  Sad to say but, so true.

My life has always been filled with great pain, grief.  It has shaped me into a compassionate, caring, forgiving ... good person.  I could have been completely opposite at one time.

Tonight ... listening to Christmas music ... has taken me back for a short time into my past ... to a little girl who was always in the way, no one had time for.  I wasn't their little girl.

Does it upset me today?  No, it truly doesn't.  I'm so glad :)  No one has to feel sorry for that little girl ... she left all that in the past. The positive from such things is that she in today's time ... has something to write about :)



Saturday, November 21, 2015

When I Walk in Your Footsteps ... I Carry My Own Shoes




By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter








I have to walk in my own shoes ... if I 'walk in your shoes' for a time ... I carry my own shoes along so, I can slip them back on when it's time to let go.  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.




When I walk in your footsteps 
I carry my own shoes along
So, when I'm ready
I can put them back on


I walk in your footsteps to see how it feels
I sense you as I go on my way
Hurting, happy ... whatever emotion comes to me
Sometimes ... I feel so much I don't know what to say


This is how I learn what you go through
A lot of times I've been through the same
Different people, different lives
Nevertheless ... I'm glad I came


To walk on your path in life
Helps me to understand, care
Feel deeply, learn from your experience
Doing this takes me there


To where your pain, happiness began
What caused it ... affected you
I cry, laugh ... become sad, happy
Because I'm feeling it, too


When I'm ready to get off your path
Understanding what I need to know
I step back into my own shoes
To walk my own path when it's time to let go


You have to walk where you need to go in Life
Just as I do ... I can't do it for you, you can't do it for me
Just as a dealer deals out cards in a casino
You don't know what's in mine ... yours, I can't see


Back on my path ... I walk in my own shoes
Dealing with what Life throws at me ... good or bad
I hold my ground ... face it head-on
No matter how happy ... sad




Note by this Author:



No matter all the bad things I've suffered in Life ... I always think about others.  


Even when I was at my lowest I could see, sense others' pain.  The only time I couldn't in my Life was when my only child died.  It took until the third year for me to begin opening my eyes. I know I missed a lot during that time ... losing my only child made me that way.


I am always sensing people, animals ... it's second nature with me. I couldn't 'a bit more change it than the man in the moon'.  I care about people, animals with my Heart.  So much of the time I have to be quiet ... there are many things in Life we can't control.  


In the past as I grew up ... I can't tell you the things my eyes have seen, ears have heard.  I wanted to 'save the world' ... but, the world was bigger than I.  


As a young person I really thought I was invincible, could conquer all ... I think we all are like that around a certain age.  The harsh reality is ... we can't 'save everything, everyone.'  Isn't it so sad?


But ... 'if I could save the world' ... I would save you from any Heartache, pain that ever came your way.  I would make sure the world was a better place for you.  Since I can't 'save the world' ... I say a 'million' prayers.  Reality can be harsh many times in Life ... I know firsthand.


Photos, poem are owned/written by me.  Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee











Friday, November 20, 2015

I Won't Cry Today ...



I Won't Cry Today ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter







I've accepted Tommy is gone ... he died on May 29, 2010.  I realize I can't bring him back.  Time is the only thing that helps grief ... wait!  Didn't a woman tell me not even a week after Tommy died ... that I should grieve only a couple of weeks and be alright?


No, I'm not going to cry today.  Everything is alright.  I've coped with my only child's death.  I've lost my son ... now, I pay attention to mothers who have sons ... it's so beautiful to me.  Do they realize that their sons could be here this very minute, be gone ... in the next?  Do they realize that's how quickly it can happen?


On Memorial Day weekend 5 years ago ... all I had on my mind was saying a prayer and praying Tommy and his family would be safe driving to Myrtle Beach, SC.  All the traffic ... was worrying me.  You know how everyone wants to get to the beach on that weekend ... now, with all the 'extra' thousands of people who have moved here ... the traffic is ungodly.


When Tommy called me to say, "Mama, we are 7 miles away from the hotel" ... I took a deep breath of relief.  Thank you, God ... for letting my son and his family get to the beach safely.  Only 7 miles to go.  I felt so happy!


I relaxed and went around doing whatever I was doing ... happy inside.  My son and his family were safely at their destination.  They were going to enjoy being at the beach for a week.


Tommy had ended the phone call with the promise he'd call back soon to let me know when he and his 3 year old son, Taban went down to the beach to play!  Oh, how excited he was.


If you notice ... I don't write about the evening before ... the last time I saw Tommy.  I think at this time I won't because I don't want to cry today.  I ... could.


The next phone call came less than an hour ... Tommy!  I answered it with a big smile.  I knew he was going to tell me that he and Taban were at the beach, playing.  I knew how excited he was to go to the beach and play for the first time with his own little son.





This is last photo taken of Tommy on that evening as they were driving to Myrtle Beach, SC on May 29, 2010.  My Precious Son, how I miss You with my very Heart.






I heard a strange voice saying, "ma'am, I've got a man collapsed on the beach ... he's not breathing."  I heard him, I didn't hear him ... I knew it didn't have anything to do with me.  I asked the stranger why did he have my son's cellphone.  The man said again ... "ma'am, I've got a man collapsed on the beach ... he's not breathing."


Tommy made it to the beach just in time to play with his little son for the first time.  It was sadly ... his last time.  He did leave a beautiful memory behind for a little boy to know his father died loving him, playing with him.


Tommy made it safely to his destination just in time to play with Taban ... then, leave on another journey.  A journey he could never come back from.


My thought here is ... Tommy died doing what I knew for a fact ... doing exactly what he meant to do, wanted to do with his heart.  I remember his expression the evening before as he told me ... twinkling eyes, sunshine smile, excitement!


No ... I won't cry today.  That's because I've already cried.





Tommy's Chest ... I still can't open it, take the contents out to look at them.  I've tried ... as I handled them ... I became physically sick, upset.  I've tried several times in the past 5 years.








Note by this Author:

Tommy was born November 20, 1969 ... he died May 29, 2010.  He was my only child.  I lost the rest of my family when he died.  His death almost was ... the end of me.

Thankfully, I had Skip and our two Pups ... they are my whole world.  Thankfully ... I had my writing and ... you, my readers ... this is what saved my life.

I'll stop now ... because I don't want to cry today.  The tears are beneath the surface just as fish in the water.

I write in memory of my son, Tommy.  I make dragonflies of gold wire and colorful beads, leave them just anywhere for someone to find to bring a little happiness to their heart ... and they help me remember Tommy.  Doesn't matter if they ever knew him ... or know me.

Photos/true story are owned, written by me ... Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee (Granny Gee is the name Tommy gave me for Taban to call me ... I am Granny Gee in name only ... my grandson doesn't know me anymore ... nor my granddaughter).