We Went Home … Home Is Where You Are


 

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 

 

I am a spiritual being having a human experience … take the body all is left is … me. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I sit quietly in the darkness

Waiting … waiting to see a shadow

In the light of my mind

In time I see a shadow appear

It walks toward me

I hear a familiar voice … “Mama”

My old eyes fill with hot tears

That run down my cool cheeks

My lips tremble as I sob inside

Tears mixed with the happiest of smiles

In this old grieving mother’s eyes

I reach with my hand toward the voice

Toward the most precious voice

A mother can hear

“Mama” … my frail body shook harder

Son!  I couldn’t speak but, my Heart could!

Tommy!  I’m so glad you came so I wouldn’t be alone

It’s time for your ole mom to come home

Please hold my hand so I won’t be afraid

I felt my hand being held by a big, gentle hand

My son had come to walk me home

I looked around me as I sat up in bed

I leaned over to kiss Skip goodbye … I didn’t want to leave him

I patted Camie on her sweet head

I rubbed Kissy’s hip with my bare toes

As he lay by my bedside faithfully

I felt overwhelming happiness in my Heart

Tommy and I walked hand in hand

We walked through the door toward a kennel

I wanted him to meet Dukester before I left

I kissed Dukester on his sweet, white head

It was time … time to go home

I turned to look at where I had lived

Knowing now I wouldn’t live here again … I missed Skip!

I was going home even as I thought

My soul had departed my body once I took Tommy’s hand

For a moment I felt such pain to be leaving

Leaving my husband and our Pups

I looked toward Tommy … he smiled … said

It’s alright, mama … you have to let go

Once you do … you’ll come back one day

To be there, hold your hand out so, Skip won’t be alone

I felt the weight of this world slide from my shoulders

Around my feet like a heavy coat

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes … held my son’s hand

I kept my eyes closed … I didn’t feel the need to look

As we soared … I could see everything

Sadness slipped away as I held my son’s hand

Now … it was time to see what the mystery of death

Was all about … where my son had been all these years

As I wept, grieved over him when he died

I became the air … the soft, gentle breeze you feel

On a warm day … I am the sunshine kissing your cheek

On a cloudy day I’m your raindrops falling to the ground

I will hug you like a blanket when you are cold

I’ll wrap my pure soul around you to keep you safe

I love you, Skip … I’m always here until the day

You need to come home … you won’t be alone

I’ll reach my hand out to you just as Tommy did to me

He’ll reach for your other hand … we will go home

We’ll wrap our souls around our remaining Pups

Whoever cares for them will take good care

Love them until their last days

Until the day comes we will walk with them to Rainbow Bridge

We will run, play in pure joy as they become Angel Pups

To forever play, run in the sunshine … frolick in the rain

I closed my eyes on this life … this is the end

I opened my eyes on the other side

I was a spiritual being having a human experience

Time to strip myself of this body

It served me well … took a lot of life’s abuse

I learned life’s lessons became a better soul

Now … on to my next mission … being a guardian angel

Protecting, watching out for animals and humans

Working at making life be good to them

No longer a grieving mother … I left that behind like a dress

In the darkness as I waited for the shadow to appear

The moment my son took my hand in his

I close my eyes as I remember

I become a storm … the clouds begin to billow

The wind gets high … the trees bend from the force

Any pain left in my soul … washed away

I became a gentle storm until I began to shine

I was the sunshine … a smile in my eyes, face

He sat outside on the swing, swinging to and fro

Pups lay at his feet as he closed his eyes

I felt him thinking of me … I knew it was time

My mind met his with such joy … I saw his hand reach

Out to me … I moved toward him … took his hand

He said … “I’ve been waiting for you to take me home”

I felt another being close by … Tommy had come to hold

Skip’s other hand … we wrapped around each Pup

Left behind … we took their sadness away before we left

The world dropped away … we became fresh air … sunshine

Each soul renews the earth in its own way … this was our way

When you think of us in any way … it’s because we are always near

If you are ever crying … you feel someone kiss a tear away

If you are ever hot … you feel a breeze from nowhere

You feel a hug …. look around … no one is there

This is where we are at … you are never alone

We’ll be right here …. one day you may wait to see our shadow

One of us, all of us will come to hold your hand

You won’t never be alone even though you think you are

Close your eyes …. feel with your Heart

We are here all around you … we’ve become

The air you breathe … sunshine that kisses your cheek

We are everywhere watching over you

We went home … home is where you are

 

 

 

 

Note by this Author:

 

 

I wrote this poem as I felt it while sitting here in the semi-darkness listening to music … I happened to look up and saw the name of one of the songs I was listening to … ‘Take My Hand’.  I’d never heard it before … it’s New Age music … I love it but, I’m not familiar with the songs enough to know any by names.

 

 

I don’t know what happens when one dies … so far I’ve never found ‘Tommy’, my son.  I’ve always kept an eye opened … hoping somehow the mystery of where he went would be discovered.  I guess I hoped I’d find an invisible pocket in the air … where I could ‘slip’ into … find, visit him, come back. Life, death doesn’t work that way.  Sometimes … I write poems and ‘I do’ find Tommy … they are my poems, writings … so, I can do what I want to in them, right?  🙂

 

 

Photos owned by me.  I never use anyone else’s photos.  Pond photo is of the beautiful little pond where we live.  Shadow photo is of myself when I was admiring having a ‘skinny’ shadow after weight loss.  We all are silly sometimes … this was one of my silly moments.   Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

The Girl and Her Dog


The Girl and Her Dog

 

 

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Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 
I was sitting at my desk
When movement caught my eye
I looked out my glass door
Saw a girl and her dog

 

 

 

She was walking in her yard
With her beautiful Rottie
She held her umbrella over her head
She was dressed in black

 

 

 

Her umbrella was black … gray
The Rottie’s collar was pink
The girl kicked a pine cone toward her dog
As the pine cone flew in the air

 

 

 

The Rottie jumped to grab it in the air
I sat at my desk looking out my glass door
Smiled as I watched the both of them
I was looking into their world while sitting at home

 

 

 

What a beautiful picture they made
It wasn’t only the picture they made … it was
The pure love a girl has for her dog
Pure love a dog has for its most important person

 

 

 

The rain came down harder
I had begun typing what I saw
Looked up … the girl and her dog was gone
They’d given me a glimpse of pure love

 

 

 

As I sat at my desk looking out my glass door
I looked out the glass door once more
Yes, they are gone back into the house
To live their life while I sit here … write, live mine

 

 

 

Note by this Author:

 

 

 
I sat here at my desk this morning … looked out the glass door to see my neighbor walking with her dog in the rain. She is more than my neighbor … her dog is more than just my ‘neighbor’s dog’.

 

 

 
The girl is one of our closest friends … her dog is one who is a part of our everyday life … we visit her each day, keep an eye on their home … bring her outside for a while while the girl works. We love them as if they were close family. We love the girl and her dog … the one walking with a black/gray umbrella and the dog with a pink collar.

 

 

Photo is of Kissy Fairchild …. our beautiful, sweet Rottie.  Photos owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

 
Poem dedicated to Chelsea King and Angel King. Owned, written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

The Pond


 

Photo of the pond owned/taken by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

 

 

 

I’m like a pond … my surface full of beauty … sky, trees, flowers. I hide all that is sad in me … beneath the surface. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

 

 

I look into the depths of the water

I see fish swimming below

Tadpoles of different sizes swim too

I saw the shadow of a turtle appear … disappear

I sat down beside the pond to think

About how so much is below the water

Above the water I see all the beauty

Never seeing all beneath the surface

Only shadows of what is

Shadows that drift by as I watch

I think of myself … grief … happiness

Myself being the water in the pond

Myself as the pond

When you look at me you see the beauty

Of a good soul … a sunshine smile

You never see what’s below

Like the pond hiding all its wonders

Of what is …what was

You never see the grief I feel every day

The invisible tears I shed

My smile, happy voice hides it all

As not to touch your life with my pain

Like the pond you can only see so far

Fish swimming happily along their way

A turtle drifts by … tadpoles wiggle along

I smile because that’s how I am … like the pond

 

 

 

 

Note by this Author:

 

 

The pond fascinates me … when I walk down to it I stand to see beneath the surface always looking for fish.  I watch to see what swims, drifts by.  I think a lot when I am at the pond … compare it with how I feel.  No one ever knows what lies beneath the surface … only what wants to come up to be seen is what you see … just like me when I hide my pain, grief.  When you look at me … you see what I want you to see … on the surface you’ll see a happy, sunshine smile even when I’m sad.  Why?  So as to not to touch your life with my pain.  When you come to read me … you choose to walk in my world for just a time … you choose to come read my pain … without having to let me know you see it.  I hope somehow what you feel, think after reading all I’ve wrote … could some day help in some way.  Maybe to see what a grieving mother goes through … understand if you care about her.  Maybe … a lot … of things.

 

 

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

Which Stone Would … I Be


If I were a stone on a wall … I would be the different one. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

Photo owned, taken by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee … the odd stone.

 

I was getting ready to walk into a store

When I spotted the wall of stones

One stone fascinated me because it was different

It stood out to me begging to be photographed

I took my cellphone camera … captured the image

So I could keep it forever

Who would stop to take a photo of one stone

Me … of course

Why?  Because I asked myself a question

Which stone would … I be … on this wall of stones

I picked one stone that stood out to me

It was different … white, soft colors of rust

The first stone on the left 7 rows down from the light

Do you see it … see how different it is from the rest?

If I were a stone on this wall

This is the stone I … would be

 

 

 

Note by this Author:

When looking at the wall of stones … do you just see pretty stones/rocks?  Have you ever thought about … being a stone?  Which stone would you be?

I’m always looking at things in a different way.  Looking at this beautiful wall of stones … I wondered which I’d be … the stone 7 rows down from the light fixture stood out to me.

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

My Shadow Filled With Flowers of Purple … Green


Photo owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny … my shadow filled with flowers

 

 

 

 

I was walking while enjoying the sunshine, breeze

When I happened to look down

I stopped … tilted my head to look on the ground

My shadow lay there … filled with little purple flowers

Tiny, delicate little flowers the name I don’t know

I know that I loved seeing my shadow full of flowers

For some reason, it made me happy

To see the purple, green … my favorite colors

Fill something so personal … my shadow

I took a picture to look at as it fascinated me

It’s the first time in my life I ever entertained the idea

Of shadows being filled with flowers

Much less …

My shadow filled with flowers

 

 

 

 

Note by this Author:

 

 

Have you ever stopped to see something in a new light?  Sure you have just as I did when I stopped to admire my shadow filled with flowers with my favorite colors … purple and green.

I saw my shadow filled with flowers with my favorite colors of purple, green. It’s the first time in my life I ever stopped to see such. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

ME … In The Mirror


I’ve found ‘ME’ in the mirror again after 6 years of being a grieving mother … I think Tommy is smiling from above just like the sunshine. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photos of ME … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee on March 04, 2017 … in the mirror.  I have found ‘ME’ again.  March 04, 2017 … Saturday

 

 

 

I recognize the woman in the photos above … that’s ME!  I am so happy to see me once again.  I never thought I would.  I have taken the pieces left of a grieving mother … put them together again … and … here I am 🙂  Just like … Humpty Dumpty … all the pieces are put together again.  Now … I just need to polish me up here, there.

 

 

Of course, I am older … my skin isn’t as young as it used to be.  My face shows lines, age.  I have weathered many, many storms most people never experience in several lifetimes. I have been toppled over by the high winds of Life … knocked down by the bolts of pure shock over and over … my tears have been more than an ocean-full.

 

 

When you think of ‘Me’ … see ‘Me’ … remember when you look at me … I’m all the pieces you see put back together again.  Think of a Redwood Tree … beaten, whipped by all the past storms … I am what is left standing with all my invisible battle scars.  I managed to stand through all the hellacious storms that have come my way.

 

 

I am like a Redwood Tree … I’m still standing.  If you just knew … you would never believe what this ‘tree’ has survived.  You would be utterly amazed.  When I look back to the little child I was at one time until now … it’s a wonder I lived with the things inflicted upon me … little girl have died never getting to live with their secrets.  I am fortunate.

 

 

So when you look at me … see my life battle scars … the years gone by on my face … my body … just know this is all I’ve got left now … and I’m doing the best I can to pick up all my pieces … put me back together again.  It doesn’t matter if no one else likes how I look now … what does matter is I can accept me now … I can recognize the person I was before I was beaten down to nothing from the storm of grief I survived.

 

 

I’m so happy with me today … I’m so happy to see ME in my mirror again.

 

 

 

Note by this Author:

 

I can’t tell you how true all my words above are.  I can’t tell you the happiness I’m finding in looking like a human being again … looking like someone I know in the mirror again.

 

 

One of the most awful things in life is looking in the mirror and … seeing a stranger.  It’s really scary … to live inside of a stranger you don’t know looking back at you.  Does that sound strange?

 

 

Just think how it would feel. I have looked for so long … now … I have found Me.  I’m older and not as pretty, youthful as I once was … I don’t care … I’ll take what’s left now 🙂

 

 

Photos/true story owned/written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Rescue Dog From Hell … Guardian Angels and All


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Dukester Garroway Bates … one of The Pups … and Skip Bates ….






We literally ‘plucked’ a dog from Hell on earth … we are his Guardian Angels for Life. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates.



The Dog From Hell is Now … The Dog In Heaven … Guardian Angels For Life

 

 

Duke is one happy Pup now.  He has the cleanest, neatest kennel in town.  Every day I go inside to visit him … Skip visits him.  We sit on top of the dog house to talk to him.

 

 

 

Yesterday … we rearranged all inside his kennel.  Across the back wall/fence … Duke has 3 beds … yes, places to choose for all types of temperatures to sleep, lay on.

 

 

 

To the left when you walk in … he has his new doghouse … it is ‘wrapped’ in a weatherproof, windproof, quilted covering …. inside the dog house is full of cedar shavings.  He has a flap that he goes through.

 

 

 

To the right is his big kennel cab (the door is taken off) … inside it are soft blankets for him to lay on … it is wrapped like a cocoon on the outside with a soft down comforter, and another weatherproof, windproof, quilted covering.  The door has a canvas flap where he can lay, stick his head out to see [em]happy[/em]  He loves to do that.

 

 

 

In the middle of both doghouse, kennel cab … there is a soft, cozy bed in the middle (the long part of the white, soft down comforter and the weatherproof, silky-like material).  Duke pure loves laying here.  He can lay there when he wants to be out in the open.  He can look all around him while he is on this middle bed.

 

 

 

Each day I go out numerous times to make sure Duke is doing well … I refresh his floor, bed … check his house, kennel cab to make sure all is neat.  I kept his floor clean … it is covered in cedar shavings.  Skip and I love to go visit him each day.  I make sure his dry food in his big bowl is full … and water buckets have fresh water.

 

 

 

Duke used to live in H___  … Duke lives in Heaven now.  We are his guardian angels here on earth.

 

 

 

Note by this Author:

 

 

 

Photo, true story owned, written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

 

 

 

We rescued Duke on January 17, 2017 from H___.  For 2 months prior to finally getting him in our care … Duke suffered living on the end of a heavy chain … he froze to the ground twice on that chain that trapped him, wrapped around trees and stumps … he couldn’t get back to his house.

 

 

On our watch, Duke is living good.  We love this sweet, innocent Pup.  We are his guardian angels.