Come, Vern … Let’s Go Home






Come, Vern … Let’s Go Home

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



Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




Sitting in darkness … cold, cold darkness

I peeped out through the slit in the canvas tent

I sat in … bundled up in every rag I could find

Praying that no one would bother me

While I sat here vulnerable, at the mercy

At the mercy of the world … please don’t notice me

Rain fell heavily on the tent I lived in

I could see it in the night light I camped near

The only comfort in my life was that one light

To keep the darkness at bay

Keep fear, grief away … I needed the light

Somehow, the cold didn’t feel as cold

I heard someone cough nearby … I froze

Please Lord, keep them away

Don’t let them know I’m here alone

I was too bulked up in the rags

To fight back … I couldn’t bend my arms

It would be hard to stand up

I needed the rags to survive

They were a godsend … as long as I didn’t have to fight

To survive … I thought I’d found a safe place to live

Feet scuffed the frozen ground outside my tent

I couldn’t breathe … fear gripped me

Death lurked near … I was going to die tonight

I heard Death walk closer to my tent

I was all alone in this big, old world

No one knew me … knew I was here

Only Death would know who I was … where I was at

Not a living soul would know anything about me

I stayed to myself, never attracting attention

My whole world had gone away

I was just living until I died

I didn’t want to kill myself … though I wondered if I should

My hands began peeling off the rags

Never making a sound … they came off easily

As they were just wrapped around and around

My body rose up from the ground

I felt that old fighting spirit rise up in me

It had hidden … but, not anymore

I slipped quietly to the opening to peer outside

Saw the dark figure standing not far away

It turned … I knew it was looking at me

I was afraid … but, I was meeting Death head-on

I wasn’t going to just die without a fight

I opened the slit wider … stepped out

Death!  I spoke in a soft, quiet voice

I’m afraid of you … you might take me tonight

Not without one helluva fight … I’m not going easily

You’ve taken every loved one I ever had … away

Now … you want to take me?

No!  I thought I wanted to die … but, I’m not ready

Death stepped toward me … I wanted to hide

I held my ground … didn’t back down

I’m not ready to go … I know now, I have things to do

I knew at this very moment what I was going to do

It sure wasn’t going to be dying tonight

I had fallen flat on my face … sunk as low as low

I held myself straight, tall … powerful

While looking Death in the face

You be gone, Death!  Go now … I have things to do!

Death looked me in the face … pointed its finger at me

I stiffened my body … stayed strong

I sensed Death felt respect for me

A mere poor, broken shell of a person

Yet … standing strong as I could be

I defied Death … afraid … yet, ready to fight

I felt as if Death wanted to hug me

The coldness went away … I felt warmth

Was it Hell burning … or was it from Death’s heart

The warmth made my cold body feel better

I could feel my feet, legs now

I could walk … walk out of my Hell I lived in

Death turned its back on me … walked into the night

I turned, looked at the tent I had existed in

It was time to break Hell wide open

There wasn’t anything in the tent that would go with me

In my bra … I had all I needed

It was time to walk out of Hell … do things I needed to do

My feet began walking away from my camp site

Up the small hill … I stepped onto the sidewalk

Back onto the face of the earth … I was alive!

I looked a sight …. unkempt, maybe dirty

As I could only bathe when the weather was warm

I probably smelled bad … I wouldn’t get near any living soul

I walked five miles … I came to a house on Elm Street

It was my house … it was furnished, utilities still on

I had paid for them each month … using pay phones

I reached inside my bra for a small, purple and green purse

I unzipped it … took a key out … walked up onto the porch

Put the key inside the door … opened it, went inside

Locking the door behind me … I took a deep breath

Walked to the thermostat … turned the heat higher

Went to the bathroom …. ran a hot tub of water

Pulled the rags off … stuffed them into the waste basket

I wouldn’t be needing them anymore

I was back home now … I had some living to do

I turned the covers down on my bed

Slipped under them … pulled me around me

I was cozy, warm … I closed my eyes, slept

Got up the next day … I began to live

I was a rich woman … but, I hadn’t lived like one

I had gone to live with the homeless people I loved

I knew now, I would begin making dreams come true

Not for myself … for others who needed them desperately

I would begin with the homeless people I cared about

I would take money I was going to leave behind

While living until I died in the homeless world

Use it for good … instead of leaving it for others to enjoy

I knew the first person I would help

I drove near where I knew he was … a poor, broken soul

He was sitting on a bench … holding his chest

His name was Vern … an old, crippled man

He’d been homeless for many years

Because he was an alcoholic … he couldn’t live with anyone

His body trembled as he sat coughing, wheezing

Vern had emphysema, he was a sick man

I wanted him off the streets

I got out of my car, walked over to where Vern sat

He looked up at … looked closer, smiled

He recognized me, called my name

Yes, it’s me, Vern … I came here to take you away

To a nice place for you to live in peace, safety until you die

It’s a small travel trailer … cozy, warm

It’s in my back yard so, I can look after you

If you drink, it’s okay … you will be in your own home

No strings attached … no one will hurt you, I’ll watch over you

Vern looked up at me with his red-rimmed eyes

Tears flowed down his face

Sobs shook his shoulders as he cried

Come, Vern … let’s go home

He stood up, let me help him walk

To the car, get inside … buckle up

I took Vern home to live out his life

He had good food, shelter … safety

Vern lived out his life … he lived there for 2 years

In the meantime, I helped many homeless people

Go to a home where they could live safely

No one to bother them … they lived out their lives

I became happier each time I helped someone

I had a purpose in life … saving the world

I couldn’t save the whole world

But, I could save one person, one by one

Who knows how many I could save until the day I died

Yes, I had a lot of living … a lot of giving to do before I died



Note by this Author:


I was thinking about living in the homeless world … how one could just give up … go there.  No one would care … notice you are gone.


Why would I think such thoughts?  Because it’s my nature to imagine, think about everything.  Because … in today’s time a person could end up homeless if they have become OLD … have no money.  Unless … angels watched over them, protected them from such.


Vern is a real homeless man whom I met earlier this month.  I had compassion for him.  He was sick with emphysema, and he said he had a drinking problem … no one wanted him.


I had such compassion … and wished so much to have extra money to give to him to make his life somehow better.  I didn’t even have change on me.  He never asked for anything … I just wanted to give.


I have a special feeling for homeless people.  I always have, always will.  When I wrote this poem … I was imagining if I didn’t have my world … my Husband, Pups …. would I give up, just live until I die?


As I wrote … I could feel myself resigned to die until Death brought out my fighting spirit … I felt myself rise up … realize I had a purpose in life.


I don’t know my purpose in my life … I’d like to think I’m not a wasted soul.  I hope somehow through writing I can touch others in a good way.  I’m not perfect … I am a good person with a big Heart … loving, caring.


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


I Want My Last Breath to Exhale Love

I Want My Last Breathe to Exhale Love

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







True love never dies

It becomes the air we breathe

The air we exhale

Becomes a gift once we become aware

To hold close to our Hearts

As we love others in our world

Love is like a never-ending river

As it’s shared throughout life

Until the last breath, it’s exhaled

Surrounding others in its warmth

Warming those who care to feel it

Becomes a part of life that’s left

The world will never rid itself of love

It’s here to stay in Hearts of others

To be shared in generations to come

Sadly, not everyone will feel love

Instead, hatred is shared through time

With most every person infected by it

Hopefully, more love fills the air

Than hatred ever can

Though one wonders … when everyone’s at war

I’ve lived in both worlds … love … hate

I learned to hate as well as love

Before I knew it … love pushed hate away

Until no hatred was left behind

Like a glass full of water

I am full … of love

Love until the day I die

No matter what … I won’t hate

When I die, I want my last breath to exhale … love



Note by this Author:

These words came to mind when I was thinking about the world in general … and of course it became personal … I thought about me, my life.

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




Time To Go Home …

Time To Go Home …

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




(I don’t know ‘why’ I wrote this poem … I was listening to Honky Tonk music … it just came to me 🙂 Oh, I don’t drink, nor ‘is my lover with another 🙂



A younger Granny Gee … photo is of me … owned by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates





A bottle of beer, country music

I have only time … and more time

I may get drunk tonight

My lover is with another

I’m all alone in this honky tonk bar

I’m surrounded by wanna-bes

Wanna take me home … play with me

How do they know

I’m all alone … feeling sad tonight

Just leave me alone

Let me drink this honky tonk beer

I wanna get drunk tonight

You know … do the whole tear in the beer thing

Honky tonk music on the jukebox

I gotta move, gotta dance

Hair swaying, hips playing

To the tune of honky tonk music

My body comes alive

He comes up swaying his hips

Wants to dance with me

I turn my back and let go

It’s my world I’m in

Leave me alone, I just wanna dance

Dance my sorrows away

Eyes closed, body moving to the beat

The world forgotten

I become the music I dance to

Honky tonk music, no more tears in my beer

I’m happy … I am music

I’m in another world

Music stops … I become aware

I’m just a mere person

Who is sad … trying to get drunk

Dance my woes away

A man here … a man there

Trying to pick me up

I’m not here to be picked up

They keep getting in my way

Seeing me as … easy prey

They don’t know I am

The strongest woman they’ve ever met

They won’t ever know … they’ll never have the chance

Get outta my way, I’m going home

I don’t want to get drunk, just wanted to dance

Now … I’m ready to get outta of here

Don’t you follow me

I’m not here for a man

I just wanted to have a love affair

Love affair with the music I love

Now, I’m satisfied

It’s time to go home

I Can Make You Happy … If I’m Happy, Too

I Can Make You Happy … If I’m Happy, Too

Photo of me when I was a younger Granny Gee/Gloria Faye Brown Bates.  Photo/Poem owned, written by me.

Will  you stand in my way when I move forward

Or, step back to let me go on my way

Will you make my path easier

As, I pass you by

Would you throw obstacles in my way

To slow me down

As I try to go up

Would you… pull me down

I can feel it… you know

I can feel if you pull me backwards… down

When you let me go… like a helium balloon escaped

I can soar, and soar to heights… unknown

Let me go… let me be me

Let me go my way… I’ll come back to you

If you hold me down … now

Eventually, the day will come… I’ll go my way

Let me soar, be that balloon

I can make you happy… if I’m happy, too

Let me soar, be that balloon

I can make you happy… if I’m happy, too

Home With Her Loved Ones … Forever More

Home With Her Loved Ones … Forever More

Home With Her Loved Ones … Forever More
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Wrinkles … loose skin hanging in folds

The body old, fragile … beauty long gone

She gets up to walk to the door … she groans

Oh, her poor hip … aching joints, chest … pain unlike before

She used to be young, beautiful, agile at … one time

Those days are gone … she’s left with her memories

In her mind she saw sunshine, herself running like the wind

Happy, free as a bird, from the pain that invaded her body

She held onto the wall for support as she walked

Before … she walked with such vigor, strong … lively

Now … she limped from the pain in her hip where she fell

Years ago … out the door she went … in a cowboy fall

She smiled at that memory … that was the fastest she ever went out a door

She lost her footing, flew out the door, tried to hold on, instead flew across the porch, landed on cement steps

Damn! That hurt like hell … she remembered hoping no one saw her

She raised her head to see, no matter the excruciating pain in her hip

She wondered who was at the door … the doorbell rung again

Her wrinkled, blue-veined hands turned the knob

Someone stood there … her eyes widened at the black hood

The black cape that hung to the ground … she felt the pain unlike before

In her chest, a storm began to play out … a volcano exploded

Her visitor took her by the hand, led her away into darkness

The pain was gone in her body, her soul was freed to soar

Soar with joy, happiness … Death had come for her

She went to Heaven, sensed other souls around her… she didn’t see faces

She ‘knew’ who each was, they were her loved ones, long gone before her

She was home, now … home where she belonged

No more pain, sadness, loneliness … she was home with her loved ones forever more
Photo/Poem Credit: is of me, owned by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

She Just Died A Beautiful Death …


She Just Died A Beautiful Death …


By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



I lay listening to the soft, beautiful music

Music of old … rambling rose, rambling rose

What a beautiful song to … die by

As I lay dying, for a moment it seemed eerie

The music sounded antiquey, sort of tinny

Sort of like on a horror show

I didn’t want to die a scary death

So, I got up … decided not to die today

When I die, I want it to be beautiful … happy

Happy, you say; how can dying be happy?

Dying happy means dying peacefully, not in pain

Dying, listening to soft, beautiful music

Sinking deep into the soft darkness

Soul being freed, ready to soar

Time to let go … time to let go

Soar high in the sky … look down below

At the body laying peacefully on the bed

A little smile on her lips, reaching her closed eyes

Soul has left the body … no more pain

Freedom to fly high into the air

My, my … she looks relaxed, so pretty

I think she … just died a beautiful death

Photo / Poem Credit: Photo is of me, owned by me. Poem is written by me. Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Note by this author: Don’t ask me ‘why’ I wrote this … I began writing … and ‘it became this’ … 🙂


Unnoticed… By Anyone


Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee…


Unnoticed… By Anyone
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


On a hilltop a little flower grew
Unnoticed by anyone… no one ever came there
It weathered every storm that came a long

The little flower never knew its beauty
Nor ever knew its strength… it just was
A little flower growing there, on the hilltop

Sometimes, it was beaten down by hail, wind, rain
It would bounce back up… unnoticed by anyone
The little flower never knew how special it was…

A lot of flowers would have given up
Laid down, died on the ground it grew upon
Unnoticed… by anyone

This little flower was a determined little flower
It knew enough to want to survive every storm
Live, it was going to… no matter what

It lived to soak up the warm sunshine, rain
It blossomed into pure beauty
As it grew there on the hilltop… unnoticed by anyone

The Bare, Naked Tree Stood…


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Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

‘Doodles by Gloria’ … Just A Bare, Naked Tree … gBB/2013


The Bare, Naked Tree Stood…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Out in the meadow stands a big, graceful tree

For now, she stands naked without her lush, green leaves

All bare limbs, stretching to the sky

Raindrops lingering on the branches

Glistening like diamonds on a fancy lady

She’s still beautiful, this bare… naked tree

One can see ‘her’, even without her leaves

She stands strong, she’s survived

The storms of years gone by

Come a little closer you will see

Into each shiny raindrop

You’ll see memories through her time

Memories that are clear as a crystal ball

Look at the bark on her body

See the scars carved in through time

Scars of grief, pain, abuse from long ago

Stand back … feel deep inside

How she stands there, smiling up at the sky

The big, graceful tree focuses only on the sky

She doesn’t look down to see the scars

Left on her body of years gone by

She is waiting… waiting for rain

To make her grow, grow more stronger

For her years to come

To make her older, more graceful

As the years go by

To make people feel love, when they see her

See her as a big, graceful tree

Stripped bare of her seasonal garb

When she is again, clothed in her lush, green leaves



I was reading something interesting…. about writing. I just tried it to see what would happen … this is the result.

I was reading ‘to just write what comes to mind, let it flow’… I did just that, not giving any thought to what would come next. The words I read said not to change a thing, just write your words as you thought them…

I do this anyway, I call it ‘getting on a roll’… when words come naturally, when my fingers continue to type as I think… it’s like drawing, painting … my mind ‘knows what to do’… as my fingers, hands follow along… I’m always surprised to ‘see what happens’… sometimes, I look, feel good about the results. I ‘always knows when I’m finished’…

Anyway… this is the result, whether it be good… whether it be bad. :))) Granny Gee/Gloria Faye Brown Bates :)))