By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter
Tonight I try to write the darkness, grief, pain away … I’m afraid. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Darkness … pain … tears … panic … fear
Birds flutter in one’s stomach
Wings flapping, trying to find the way out
Of the bird cage they are trapped in
Trapped in one’s mind with the terrible knowledge
Oh my God … my child has died
Looking down into your child’s face
Eyes closed, no sounds … still … forever
Hand touching a precious face that used to smile
Eyelashes laying against cheeks as if asleep
Holding a familiar hand you held many times
When they were but … a little girl, little boy
Patting … feeling for warmth, comfort
You touch your child’s head, forehead … cheeks
Cold … no warmth … you look closer … oh my God
My child is gone … the knowledge is too great
For any one mother to hold inside her mind
Please help me … I’m trapped in myself, I can’t escape
Birds flapping their wings against the bars
Help me, please let me out
Medicine to calm, numb a mother’s mind
There’s no way to bear such a terrible weight
A weight no one can feel, see
Invisible grief that can break a mother down
Lips won’t smile ever again … eyes won’t open to see
A mother standing in tears … her child has died
No matter how hard she cries, begs … her child will never
Smile with those lips at her, open those eyes to see her … again
The road of grief … in darkness a mother walks
Tears of grief … from the deepest ocean of pain
She will cry them forever … always a grieving mother
Until one day she dies … her pain will fade away
Note by this Author:
Tonight I am having to write grief … today I saw a grieving mother who has just begun the long journey I’ve been on for five years. I felt her pain, my Heart cries for her … I felt her darkness, panic, shock … her child has died.
I am feeling my own grief tonight … I’ve never seen another grieving mother. I saw myself today … I saw the awful pain on her face … on the father’s face … as they stood side by side … looking down at a life they created … a life just taken from them.
I felt my Heart break at their pain. Tonight I still feel as if I’ve been in a storm … a raging storm. Tonight I’m writing the pain to help it go away. I went into darkness today … and I was afraid.
I can only keep writing … to make the darkness, grief … pain go away. I feel for this mother with my Heart … I feel for the father … sister who has lost her only sibling whom she was close to … for the little children left behind. I know thoughts of them will stay in my mind … because I care with my very Heart.
Photo, true thoughts in a poem … owned, written by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.