One Drop At A Time … Part 22 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

There are good people in this world … their kindness is like a coat … it hides what’s underneath … no one can see the evilness. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.



Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Walter Sebastian looked down into the face of the woman he had fallen in love with.  She was so pretty … now, he had to decide what to do.  He thought he might stay a little longer … see how soon someone missed Zelma Struthers.

He told Grace that Zelma had changed her mind about moving the heavy piece of furniture.  Instead … she was going to take a swim when he got there.  Walter Sebastian told Grace that he told her he’d come back another time to help her, then.  Walter told Grace that he had driven into town to pick up new underwear … he’d had an accident … from all the watermelon he ate yesterday.  That explained his polka dotted underwear under his clothes.

Grace began grinning.  Polka dotted underwear!  I want to see!  She snuggled up tight to him … began unbuttoning his pants, unzipped his zipper.  Walter Sebastian’s pants fell around his legs.  He became erect as Grace played with him.  She loved his purple polka dots … soon they too … fell on floor at Walter’s feet.

Walter Sebastian picked Grace up … took her to bed.  Their kisses were passionate.  Walter couldn’t wait to get inside her … she pulled him tightly to her.  They couldn’t get enough of each other.  The harder he thrust … the harder she pulled him … into her until … the moment of pure exquisite ecstasy.

Walter was glad he came back … at least for a little while.  They showered, got dressed.  Soon, they were in the kitchen making supper.

Several weeks went by … still no word of the missing Zelma Struthers.  Walter Sebastian was curious to if she had family to miss her.  He didn’t want to question Grace … or anyone.  When the day came for everyone to wonder what happened to her … no one would connect him with her.

Grace decided it was time for her to go back to work at the hospital.  Walter Sebastian was glad.  He was beginning to want to go out to find something fun to do.  He missed doing the things he used to do.

There was one thing he’d be very careful about doing from now on.  That was to walk into the ocean with a vial of blood.  He would never do that again.  The shark attack was too fresh in his mind.  No … the next time … he’d stand on a pier and drip blood into the water to see what would happen.  He’d have the best view in the world!

In fact … that was exactly what he was going to do!  He was excited as he drove to his real home … his secret home.  He’d take some of Zelma’s blood in a little vial to the ocean.  He knew just the place.

A couple hours later … found Walter Sebastian standing on Harper’s Pier.  He fondled the little vial in his pocket … he would know the right time to drip the blood into the water.  Why had he never thought about standing from a pier to do this, before?  That damn shark wouldn’t have ever attacked his ass like it did.

Walter watched about twenty people … adults, children alike … play, jump waves in the water.  Happy, excited voices floated on the air to him.  Walter Sebastian smiled … only it wasn’t a smile of being happy for other people being happy.  He only wanted to destroy it for them.

Old Walter Sebastian was quickly coming back to himself since he began to remember … now, he remembered how easily bored he always was … he always wanted to find something fun to do.  Sometimes … he had to make his own fun.

Walter Sebastian walked to the end of the pier … stood a while.  He spotted something dark in the water.  Shark!  Walter grinned …

He slipped the little vial out of his pocket … took the cap off. He let one drop of blood drip into the water.  He soon saw the shark just below him … damn, it was a big one!

Walter Sebastian began walking slowly back toward the store on the pier … and to where people were swimming near the pier … he was letting the blood drip all the way … one drop at a time.

To be continued …

Sweet Flesh and Warm Blood …          Part 21 … The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga


By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



It’s strange how when the curtain of darkness opens to reveal something we forgot … no telling what we’ll remember. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


Walter followed Zelma through the glass doors leading to the pool.  Walter, you go into that room over there and change into one of the men’s swimming trunks.


Walter didn’t want to go swimming with Zelma.  Ms Zelma, I don’t have time to go swimming in your pool.  You just came out of the shower …


Why, Walter … I thought we’d have some fun.  Walter saw a nasty glint in her eye and her tone of voice changed.  Something wasn’t right.  Why … was she talking to him like this?  Not only that … the sight of those polka dots disturbed him … he kept being distracted by them.


Ms Zelma, I have to be home in a short while.  I promised Grace we’d do something together.  I’ll be glad to help you move the piece of heavy furniture.  Can we move it now?


Zelma stopped … slowly turned around.  Her face had turned fiery red.  Blazing hell was in her eyes … she was totally pissed off.


Walter stood still … like a deer in a spotlight.  What in the world had made this woman so angry?  Walter had no memory of meeting Zelma in the church before … his accident.  He had no memory of doing the awful thing to her … sneezing in her face leaving a booger on her.


Zelma had no idea that Walter had lost his memory.  She couldn’t understand why? he was playing games with her.  Damn, she was going to make him pay for embarrassing her in her church in front of her friends.  She wanted to pay him back by making him do something he didn’t want to do.


Zelma was angry because he was messing up her plan for him.  She hadn’t had a man in many years since she had put on 100 lbs of weight.  She meant to have a man now … she was going to use Walter for all he was worth, excepting … the bastard wasn’t cooperating!  She was some kind of mad!


Walter, you can quit playing games!  You know what you did to me in church!  You embarrassed me in front of God and everybody!  Do you want me to tell Grace that you really aren’t a … nice man?


Walter stood there in total shock.  What in the hell was this fat slob talking about!  For a moment his mind almost pulled the curtain back on his memory … he looked inside himself … he began feeling rage.  Oh God!  Forgive me … I am a good man and I don’t want to feel ugly feelings toward this woman!


Those damn polka dots began working on him … he had this crazy feeling of wanting to jerk Zelma’s bikini off and … hug the polka dots to himself!  What’s happening to me!  Walter was in a turmoil … his memory began surfacing … his rage continued to build … and he remembered his … passion for wearing polka dotted underwear.


Zelma saw his expressions working on his face.  She felt intense excitement … she wanted this man.  He must feel the same way!


Walter lost all pretense of being a good man … he was back to being Walter Sebastian.  This bitch was going to pay!  Yes, he remembered her face that day in church …


He walked the few steps between them … grabbed Zelma by the hair.  Zelma experienced a thrill go through her body exciting her more.  He wanted her as badly as she wanted a man!  She felt her lips pucker up to be kissed …


Walter looked down into her disgusting face … smiled an evil smile.  She interpreted it to be a smile of lust … oh, how he wanted her!


Walter bent his head down to kiss her … just as his lips almost met hers … he bared his teeth at her.


Zelma had never been so turned on in her life!  Give it to me, Walter!  I want you, Walter!  I’ve needed a man like you for so long!


She arched her neck back so, he could kiss and bite her neck.  She couldn’t wait … she needed him … now!


When Walter’s teeth touched her neck … Zelma moaned.  Oh my God, it felt so good!  Walter rubbed his teeth on her neck looking for her vein … Zelma cried out in pleasure.


Walter went in for the kill  … he bit her neck with such force as she screamed in ecstasy.  The blood squirted into Walter’s face … Walter Sebastian remembered … he loved the taste of blood.  He sucked, drank to his heart’s content as Zelma fell to the ground, dying.


When Walter finished … he opened Zelma’s fat thighs … untied the strings that held her bikini on … he pulled it off.  My God, the woman had a big-ass forest down there!


He rolled Zelma over … untied  her bikini top.  He held both pieces in his hands.  He felt sensual excitement stir … he began to harden.  He rubbed his hands over the polka dots …


Walter Sebastian laid the bikini down on Zelma’s warm body.  He stripped his clothes off … he felt the urge to … put the polka dots on his body.  Walter Sebastian remembered he loved … polka dotted underwear with a passion.  This was as close as he could get … for the moment.


He reached down, picked up Zelma’s polka dotted bikini … he began putting it on.  It was too big, he didn’t care.  He needed the polka dots against his skin.  Walter had an orgasm as he finished tying the last string.


Walter Sebastian put his clothes on … hiding the bikini.  He stood looking down at Zelma.  She wasn’t going to be moving anymore.  He stood directly over her … spit into her face.  The glob of saliva landed exactly where his booger had landed that fateful day in church … before his accident.


He would be moving something heavy after all.  He put Zelma’s body into his trunk.  Now, that he had his memory back … he knew where he was going to take her.  Zelma wanted to go swimming … just before she died.  He was going to honor that wish.


Walter Sebastian changed his mind … instead of feeding her to the fish … there was a lot of her to freeze for the months ahead.  There wasn’t anything as good to Walter Sebastian than … sweet flesh … and blood.


He walked back to the pool area … looked for a faucet.  He saw one with a garden hose attached … he rinsed off the cement where Zelma’s body had fallen until all the blood was gone.  There wasn’t anything left to show Zelma had bled.


Walter Sebastian drove to his old house … not the new house he’d purchased.  He took Zelma’s body inside … stretched it out on the sturdy table in his kitchen.  Walter Sebastian stripped his clothes off … worked naked.


He reached for his electric saw … began cutting Zelma’s body up.  As he stacked pieces of flesh to be wrapped … he rubbed her blood on his body … down there.  Walter Sebastian was back to being himself … he stood masturbating until he felt such exquisite relief.  The warm blood felt so good to Walter as he had stroked himself.  It had been so long.  Sex with Grace was too … tame.


Grace!  Walter Sebastian showered as he pondered on what to do about Grace.  He could just simply stay … disappeared … or go back and pretend to be the Walter she knew …


Walter Sebastian was donning his polka dotted shorts … today it was purple polka dots on green shorts.  Purple and green was Walter Sebastian’s favorite colors.  It felt so good to be back home!


He didn’t want to leave at all … but, he knew he would be going back to Grace’s one last time.  He would keep up the pretense of lost memory.  She wouldn’t ever know.


Walter drove up … parked, got out of the car.  He walked into the house where Grace ran to him, kissed him while welcoming him home.  She paused for a moment to look into Walter’s eyes.  It seemed for a second … something was different.


To be continued ….

Helping Zelma Struthers … Part 20 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga

Helping Zelma Struthers … Part 20 of The Walter Sebastian Corbett Saga  written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


Thirty minutes later found Walter driving up to Zelma’s house.  It was a pretty house … not too big.  It was on one level. The driveway was paved.

Walter parked … sat there … damn!  Oh, I’m so sorry Lord, I didn’t mean to cuss! he thought.  Good people try not to cuss.  Walter was a good man … but, why did he feel so bad?

He made himself get out of the car.  He shut the door quietly.  For some reason, he didn’t want to make any noise.  He felt uneasy being here at Zelma’s house. There was something about her …

He walked up to the door, knocked.  Zelma with her big self-wrapped in a pink and white towel … opened the door. “Why hello, Walter!  Come right in!  I just got out of the shower”.

Walter felt awkward … now, what was he supposed to do?  “Have a seat in here, Walter”.  I’ll put on something comfy and be right back!

Walter sat on the floral couch … looked at the big flat-screen tv.  Thankfully … it was on so, it wasn’t too quiet in the house.  Walter hated quiet.

Zelma came prancing into the room with her fat self … all decked out in a … pink polka dot bikini … hot pink dots on black fabric.  Walter felt a jolt go through him … polka dots!  Polka dots?  He wondered why he had such a reaction to … polka dots … of all things.

Come on, Walter.  Let’s go to the pool for a little while before we move the piece of furniture.  Walter didn’t want to go to the pool with Zelma.  He began telling her he needed to get back and wouldn’t have time.  Zelma kept walking … her rolls bouncing all over the place.

Walter had no choice but, to follow her.  This was going to be a bad day, he thought.

Thoughts Float Just As I Do… You Know How Thoughts Go…

I wrote this in 2013 … AFTER … my swimming pool collapsed and threw my ……. out on the ground in front of … God and everybody! We’d gotten it put back up … the problem was Skip had paid a guy to even out the sand … he evened it out alright … just right enough to … ‘get me’! I’ll never forget the sudden collapse of the pool … me suddenly taking a wild-ass ride! I was in the middle of clear water drowning while the thought was in my mind … ‘isn’t all this clear water beautiful!’ Then … I hit the ground with a crash … I suffered sand burns from that wild ride! 🙂


Thoughts Float Just As I Do…

You Know How Thoughts Go…

Anything Goes! I’m Just Saying….

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

via Thoughts Float Around Just As I Do… | GRANNY’S COLORFUL.



‘This picture’ used to be ‘me’ at a younger age!  :)))  I always drew ‘myself’, everyone would recognize it.  Now… I would have to figure out how to make my girl appear ‘older’…  :)))

I floated around in the pool on a hot-pink float.  I let my mind ‘float’, also.  Whatever thoughts wanted to go through it… I let them.  Just because I said ‘hot-pink’ doesn’t mean ‘it’s a beautiful sight’!  :)))  I’m just saying…..

I’m at least 2-3 feet, or more… off the ground.  Only a thin, vinyl wall separates me from the space that would make me fall onto the ground!  The thin, vinyl wall holds the water that makes it possible for me… to float around on the space that normally… I could only walk on.  Think about it… amazing!  I mean… have you really ‘thought about it’?  I’m in ‘this clear liquid that allows me to ‘float’ around… in the air!

I see a bug floating around, his little legs kicking hard.  I care about this little bug; yet, I would kill a spider, fly; and battle a ‘kiddiddle hopper’!  I help it by pushing a leaf up to him… I think he is very happy to climb up on it.  I’m happy for him.  I forget about the bug…

My eyes enjoy the very hot-pink of the float I’m holding onto, then… as I pass by the neon green float… I feel pleasure at seeing such ‘happy colors’… especially when all comes into focus along side the beach ball with its yellow, white, blue, hot pink colors.  Happy colors do make me happy… they keep the ‘darkness’ away from me.  I’m afraid of the … dark.

I love colors… I was thinking even the ‘ugliest’ person in the world could have on happy colors… they would be beautiful; especially… if their personality was just as beautiful.  Don’t you agree?  Can you see that ‘I agree with myself’… as my photo below… does a ‘happy dance’?

I need more happy colors in my life again… when Tommy died… through time since… I notice I wear a lot of black, dark colors.  My happy colors seem to be all ‘inside’ now.  I am trying to make them ‘show’, again.  A little color here… a little color, there…

My funny, happy-moving photo… Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee… I still haven’t figured out ‘how’ I made some of my photos move!!!  My friend, Prenin, in England said my camera probably has the ability to make photos animated.  I have some I would like to see animated… but, ‘how’?  :)))

I closed my eyes, feeling relaxed.  I could hear the drone of a plane so high up in the sky… behind fluffy, white clouds.  I couldn’t see it, so… I closed my eyes once again.

I listened to a black bird as he kept saying ‘caw’!  He said it many times… I wondered if it was communicating with the dog across the road.  The dog would bark, the black bird would ‘caw’…

I opened my eyes, feeling…. sensing my swimming pool.  It felt ‘safe’, I studied the sides of it, I didn’t ‘feel’ as if it would ‘all of a sudden’… collapse!  If it did… I worried for a moment about going out with all the water… in front of God, and whoever happened to be looking.

I wasn’t in the mood to entertain anyone by riding a wave of water as the pool collapsed!  Much less getting more… sand burns!  I still have a couple of places that are still healing.

I looked at the privacy screen (3 sections that fold).  It stood nearby… I’m thinking about painting a beach scene on it.  I don’t paint for anyone now… I can’t put my heart into it… I thought I might not can be inspired enough to paint for myself.

The privacy screen is made of wicker… white.  I was thinking of refreshing the ‘white’ with more white.  As I look at it, I can imagine the sand; ocean disappearing into the sky in the far-off distance… the sky blue; big puffy white clouds…. and several white sea gulls flying in the wind.  I imagine several breaking waves on the shore… then, my mind goes to … Tommy.

Tommy was at the ocean when he died… he was happy.  He and Taban, his little 3 year old son… were running, playing.  Their happy sounds blended with the music of the sea gulls, waves washing ashore… I know it was a beautiful sound his ears heard… just ‘before’…

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates… a poster I did for a business some time ago.  I love this… I wish I could become inspired to paint, draw again………..

I floated around, deep in thought, as I imagined a big guy, a little guy running, squealing, laughing.  It was the big guy’s first time to play at the ocean with his little son.  I let myself… hear them in my mind.  This time… I didn’t cry.  I let go of my ‘Tommy’ thoughts…

The motor of a big truck sounded… the neighbor just came home.  I don’t know him, nor his wife.  I heard they were nice people.  I think maybe someone’s been repairing their roof… a tree fell during a storm.  I’ve been hearing the sound of a hammer, lately…

I hear a sound outside the pool… why, it’s Kissy walking by.  He looks at me, probably wondering how I can be in the air like that.  If I were a Pup… I would wonder many things, too.  His sweet face… another sweet face appears.

Chadwick, our other Pup… just walked by…  neither Pup tries to get on the pool… I like that.   It has a inflated ring that goes all the way around it… it could lose air… if a toenail punctured it.

My mind is coming back to reality… it ‘seems like the pool is going to be… alright’.  I’m hoping it will; it means the world to me to have it.  I think about all the money Skip earned to make the pool possible for me… all he goes through.  My heart… it touches my heart.  Thank-you, Skip.

I decide to get out as I cast my eyes around the inside wall, the water… I compare what I see with what I saw on the outside wall… I ‘think’ everything’s going to be alright.

I don’t feel ‘gun-shy’ now, about getting into the pool.  I look forward to the next time, when… I can let my mind float around just as I float on my hot-pink float!  Free as the wind…

I want to float ‘free as the wind’… a soft wind.  Not one that will throw my a___ out on the sand in a torrent of violent waves of water!!!  I’m just saying…  :)))

You know how one thinks… anything goes!

Everything Is Alright … Until The Dog Runs

Everything Is Alright … Until The Dog Runs

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


My stage where my many colors show … no one can see when I am being silly!



We all have a secret place where we just be silly without fear of someone seeing us … thinking we are crazy. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.


Well … this morning there was a silly woman walking a dog in the meadow close by … she was exercising while she walked. When she bent over to touched her toes … it was at the exact time the dog decided … to run. How about that? 🙂


This silly woman I know decided the other morning she wanted to see how it felt to wear her pants differently … I saw her pull her pants down to just below her …….  Of course, she pulled her shirt down so no one would see her panties. I watched her trying to walk her dog … walking in a very strange way. The dog decided to run … I watched her holding on to her pants with one hand and to the dog with the other … across the meadow, they flew until she got him to stop. 🙂


This silly woman does silly things when they come to her mind. I know ‘why?’ She loves to ‘walk in other people’s shoes to see how it feels’. She loves to mimic people in her mind (never making fun) to see how it feels … for a rare moment she ‘becomes’ that person. She does this in the meadow close by while she walks her dog … no one sees her so she can be herself … and ‘be others’ 🙂 Then … she laughs at herself, looks around hoping no one saw her … being silly! Everything is alright until … the dog … runs! 


Oh, I don’t know this woman’s name … I see her … all the time. 🙂  I know she has many colors … if you think she’s drab … you won’t … if you happen to see one of her many colors 🙂

I Wanted To … ‘Try Someone On’

I Wanted To … ‘Try Someone On’

I Wanted To … ‘Try Someone On’
Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Sometimes, I ‘walk/run in other people’s shoes’ … to see how it feels. By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Okay … all of you have followed me for years … that means you know … I try ‘to walk in others’ shoes’ … to understand … to feel … to see if I want to do what they do.

You know I’m open-minded … I understand people are different … their experiences in life shape them just as they do, have my own life.

I’m always people-watching.  I love to people-watch … clothes, actions … talking, laughing … running … walking.  Just everything a person can possibly do … I am fascinated.

I even ‘try on different expressions’ I see people use when doing, talking to someone … or like telling the news.

Somehow … sometimes, when I do that … for a second … ‘I can feel them … I can walk in their shoes for a moment … I ‘become’ them for a moment’.  Does it make sense?  It does to me!

I feel happy things … sad things all the way to the most … awful things.  My mind is constantly imagining … how others feel … why they do things.  That’s why I never intentionally hurt other people … I know how it feels.

I never make fun of others … I’ve known how that felt as a child, different times in my life like when I was sick with cancer … they didn’t realize I looked the way I did because of chemotherapy and being so sick.  Yes, I realized what they were doing … I was too sick to care.

Being made fun of when I was very sick was by someone I loved very much … my sister … though I never was around her.  Skip was on the road … this was some years ago … my Grandmother Lola died … she played such an important part of my life … I drove for over an hour to get to her funeral.

My face was red from the chemotherapy drugs … I wore a wig … I honestly … pure looked … like Hell.  I didn’t feel well … who could I tell?  I didn’t know my father’s people and … I’m glad I didn’t. There wasn’t one relative there at my Grandmother Lola’s funeral who would have cared.

I dreaded going into my aunt’s house … have you ever felt so bad … been so sick … that each step you felt you were going to faint?  That was how I was that terrible day.

When I did … I noticed without appearing to notice (you all know how to do that I’m sure) … my youngest sister sitting with her daughter-in-law … they began laughing at me … sometimes, out loud.  Yes, I looked like Hell … they had no idea I was battling for my own life.

I wished I had never gone to that funeral … and by the time I realized what my Grandmother Lola had done … I really wished I had never known her.  There must have been a reason for me to be there … I never saw it but, when I left there I was more devastated than when I got there.  That’s another story for another time.

Anyway … when I tell you my little story of … ‘walking in someone’s shoes this morning’ … know that I am not disrespecting anyone … I know we all do the things we like to do to … be ourselves.

Well … I wanted to ‘try someone on’ … so to speak.  I’d been meaning to do that for a long time to just at least understand ‘why?’ they did … that.  I was going … ‘to walk in someone’s shoes’ to see how it felt!

By the time … I ‘tried them on’ … I wasn’t thinking about them and wondering ‘why they did that’ … it became ‘what in the Hell am I doing and I hope no one is watching me’!

I was walking The Dukester this morning and the idea came to me to try something I’d been seeing for so long and wondered ‘how in the world did they stand to do that?’

I reached around my waist … pulled my jeans down to the bottom of the cheeks of my …..  I left my underwear in place and began … walking The Dukester … just like that.

Around the meadow, we walked while I … waddled with my jeans below my …..  I wanted to pull them up but, I deliberately didn’t.  I had to know how it felt.

I tried to run … but, there wasn’t any way I could run.  The Dukester jerked me forward and I nearly lost my pants!  I was holding his leash … and holding my pants up with my other hand.

Can you picture me … walking … running around in a beautiful little meadow with wildflowers … holding a leash in one hand to hold on to The Dukester (our Pit Bull) … my other hand trying desperately to hold my pants up.  My walk/run was very strange … I was trying to walk like someone I saw walking like that.

I have to say I began to laugh hysterically when I told Skip what I did … he just stood there.  He just stood there and looked at me.  The longer he stood there looking at me … the more hysterical I became … I didn’t lose my pants while walking like that … but … I did laugh my … ass … off!

I found out that I don’t knock anyone for wearing their pants like that.  I respect how others choose to dress.  Just because I’m different … that’s okay, too.  I just had to ‘walk in those shoes’ at least one time to know how it felt.  For me, it didn’t feel good … it didn’t feel right.

Note by this Author:

I do silly things, crazy things … just for the heck of it.  Skip said I was the only person he knew … who knew how to entertain herself.  I’m smiling because he and Tommy used to laugh when we all were being silly … happy … doing crazy things, pranks.

It’s strange how … maybe you do the same … when you watch something… someone … over and over … you get the urge to speak like them … to act like them … to do their walk.  For a moment … you … really ‘feel’ them … for a moment … you … are them.  Sometimes … it can be so funny when you are laughing at yourself … just as I did.  I wasn’t good at being … someone else at all!

So … this morning … I … tried someone on … and it wasn’t for me.

I’m Your Warm Blanket … Prayer

I’m Your Warm Blanket … Prayer

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee



Note: I was thinking of my Friend, Laurel Ramsay-Boudreau … who will be having surgery … would you say prayers for her … let’s be her warm blanket … in prayer. I wrote this poem for you, Laurel … out of pure caring for what you are going through. I pure care.




I’m your warm blanket when you are chilly
When you are going through the sad things in life
If you get cold … let me warm you


Everything is going to be alright
Your friends will lift you in their prayers
Over the places that make you afraid


Warming you when you are chilly
Are prayers from everyone’s heart
Holding you close in their mind


This is your warm blanket for the days ahead
Just remember … in our minds we are many
Sending prayers just for you … so you won’t be cold