Like A Twisted, Sick… Gnarly Tree


Like A Twisted, Sick… Gnarly Tree

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/2013

 

 

Filth… a narrow path to walk on

Piles of clothes, boxes… trash

Littered both sides of the path

 

A coffee table piled with plates

Dried food left on each

Wet, sticky substance on the top

 

Garbage can overflowing, scenting

The air with rot… decay

Dirty clothes strewn through the hall

 

Each bedroom a disaster… a path in each

Going to a bed… no room for anything

Unless you piled it… on the piles

 

Open the refrigerator… the smell is bad

Things growing inside containers of food

Milk clabbered… thickened, spoiled

 

A little baby plays happily in the path

Where dirty shoes have walked

So beautiful in a world of … pure ugly

 

A beautiful little child, so innocent

Like a bright light shining in darkness

A sin to let filth touch something so… special

 

My eyes have witnessed such a sight

I wasn’t welcomed because I saw

I wasn’t liked because I … knew

 

A beautiful, little baby came into a world

Filled with such filth… to play on a dirty path

Piles of debris littered either side

 

The home reflected the mother’s mind

Twisted, cluttered like a gnarly tree

A good person, yet… sick inside

 

She tried to be a good mother, person

Sometimes, she was… sometimes… she wasn’t

To know her… was to love her

 

One could see her heart in her eyes

Forgive her for the things she did, said

Love her… even when knowing … ‘her’

 

She loved her baby, her little son

Would fight for him like a tiger

In the filthy world she brought him into

 

Everyone who knew her well

Kept her secret closely guarded

Never spoke of it… aloud

 

Hoping somehow she really wasn’t like that

Didn’t want to see that she really was

Like a twisted, sick… gnarly tree

 

 

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Note by this Author:

I once knew a person like this person the poem is about.  I thought of her, today.  This is what I thought about… as I thought of… her.  I was seeing in my mind what I remembered seeing years ago… I wondered if she had… changed.

 

 

 

 

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