If You Anger Easily… You May Be Looking For Excuse To Get Mad

If You Anger Easily… You May Be Looking For An Excuse To Get Mad

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If You Anger Easily… You May Be Looking For Excuse To Get Mad
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Have you wondered ‘why’ someone became unusually angry at you… all ‘over nothing’? Did you ever wonder ‘why’? Did you ever think about it being because,
they have been ‘building up anger’ toward you, ‘over time’?

This is something I’ve watched over time… known from someone telling me about someone else… I’m even guilty of doing it… it’s not something I’m proud of. I should have talked about it to ‘that person’… instead of waiting for the ‘straw that broke the camel’s back‘.

When that happens, all ‘hell breaks out’… in my case, I begin speaking very softly… while looking someone straight in the eyes. All those pent-up feelings come out, like a dam when it releases its water. Nothing is held back. I’m angrier than I would have been ‘if only’ I had talked about the ‘other things’, before what just happened to cause my outburst.

So, think about it… before ‘holding all those feelings in’… maybe talking about them, even just a little could save an outburst, later. It doesn’t feel good when that happens… I know I don’t feel proud of myself if I … wait to do that. So, if you anger easily… you may be looking for an excuse to get mad.


To Get A Glimpse Of The Real… Me


I never saw a mirror I didn’t love… I had love affairs with every mirror I ever met… see the joy in my face :)))


I never saw a mirror who didn’t love me … ‘now’… it’s always an ‘iffy’ situation when I meet one… :)))




(I look for ‘myself’ everywhere I go… somehow, when Tommy died… I went missing… I can only catch a glimpse of ‘myself’ once in a great while … I have to hurry to see ‘me’, I try to photograph ‘me’, I have to be quick… because ‘I get gone’… again.)





To Get A Glimpse Of The Real… Me

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee




I saw myself today in the mirror, I smiled

Hello! How are you? I’ve been searching all over for you

I told myself… now, here you are

How wonderful to see someone from the past


I only smiled bigger, watching how pretty my face became

I looked into my hazel green eyes, thought how kind they are

From my case, I took my cellphone out to use the camera

Captured ‘myself’ in several photos, looked at each


I saw an old friend as my fingers pulled each photo to look at

My old friend was myself whom I search for always because

You see… I have become an ‘older’ woman since Tommy died

I didn’t know when I became one as I was living in a dark world, the world of grief


I can’t describe how wonderful it is to see such a familiar face

In the mirror… one I know so well, see only rarely now

When I do, I stand, smile at myself, feel joy in my heart

As I try hard to not let me go away … again


I want to stay young always, pretty forever… somehow the real me

Disappears… an older woman takes my place, when she smiles

It’s a smile of sadness because she knows she’s not the one I want to see in my mirror

Smiles with her pain-etched face, her grief-tired eyes… my heart goes out to myself…


I do like you, older woman, though I’ll always try to look past you

Hopefully to regain my youth whenever I can from the mirrors who

Used to be my best friend in life, the only one I ever had love affairs with

I would smile at every mirror I saw… flirt, walk and dance, twirl in front of every one, all over the country


The mirrors loved me back… shining with a light within each

Shining out at me, on me as I made my world a stage where I reflected

Such joy, such happiness at being the ‘prettiest girl in the world’

The young girl I’m always searching for … to get a glimpse of the real… me

I Told You I Would Keep You In My Thoughts Today…

I Told You I Would Keep You In My Thoughts Today…

Written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee


I promised my cousin this morning that I would keep her in my thoughts today. Sometimes… actions speak louder than words.

She will know who she is, when she reads this. She is undergoing chemotherapy today… I have walked in those shoes.

My heart goes out to her, so do my prayers. I hope all my friends, family, readers, fan will send prayers for Granny Gee’s cousin. It means the world to me.

I know the path she is on, I pray that hers will be a much shorter path to recovery. I love you, _____! Love Your Cousin, Gloria :)))

A Memory Drifted By In My Mind…

Artwork by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee



 A Memory Drifted By In My Mind…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee



I sit here in my world that’s been sad

Feeling happy, light-hearted deep in my soul

Thoughts, memories stirring in me of

My lover, my best friend … my hero



I am sitting here looking inside my mind

I can’t see you, because you aren’t there

I see my thoughts, I hear them.. too

I can’t feel them with my hands, I can with my heart



I see a memory coming closer

It’s of me standing on tiptoes to place a kiss

On your sweet lips, I kiss your nose, too

I love you my… husband, with my very heart



The memory floated away in my mind

Just as another memory drifted in

There you are smiling at me, love in your eyes

Do you know how dear you are to me?



I feel a softness in my face, in my heart, when I think of you

I love you, my husband, my lover, my best friend

You are my life, my world … my hero

As that memory floats away … we make more memories to take its place



I love you, my husband, my lover, my best friend

You are my life, my world … my hero

I feel a softness in my face, in my heart, when I think of you

As I think of you, see you … a memory is taking its place at this moment





I was thinking of Skip as I wrote this … I read it to him … I said to him, “I wrote this thinking of you.”  Skip said, “I can tell, it’s self-explanatory.”  :)))  



I just smiled, nodded… sometimes, even after twenty-plus years, a shyness can pop up out of nowhere … sweet, special … you know what I’m speaking of … remember experiencing it when first meeting the love of your life?



I still feel that soft, so sweet shyness with my husband sometimes.  When I do … it rates stopping for a moment to take a closer look … I only smile more … when I do.  



I love you, Skip … I love you to my dying day.  If I died at this moment, I will have known, loved the best husband, best friend … in this whole-wide … world.  Love Your Wife, Gloria :)))

I’m Not An … Angel

Skip (Endoscopy), Pups, Angels, Artwork by Gloria December 2012 017(Photo by Gloria… Angel we got for Jimmy (my cousin) when he was very ill)

I’m Not An … Angel

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

She was shuffling along slowly

I knew each step was filled with pain

She mumbled to herself

As she shuffled along

I watched to see if she was alone

She was a stranger, yet I worried for her

I was there, she didn’t know I was

I was ready to help if she needed me

The elderly lady shuffled by me

As I sat at the table, she looked at me

Our eyes met, I smiled softly at her

Her lips began to widen into a smile for me

The feeling of happiness came over me

A warmth filled my heart

All from an elderly woman

As she shuffled past my world … in her world

Our worlds didn’t connect

There was no need for me

I was there, my purpose was a smile

I was rewarded with a smile back

Maybe her purpose there

Was a smile, and she was rewarded

When she smiled at me

Either way, our moment meeting was special

We only connected in a spiritual way

No words were needed

Only our eyes met, our lips smiled

To cause such a beautiful emotion inside

As she shuffled past, I looked at her back

I thought to myself

That could be me some day

I would hope someone would smile, watch for me, too

I said a prayer for her in my mind

I imagined a golden circle of protection around her

To follow her wherever she may go

To keep her safe from harm, protect her always

Imagine if each person did this to every person they saw

Someone would always have the back of the other

We’d all be watching over, protecting the other

Without words, without letting the other know

We’d never be afraid to walk anywhere

Ever again, we’d know we were safe

We would not have to guard our backs

Everyone we passed we could trust with our lives to

On our way, we’d do the same

Watch over, protect everyone we see

Strangers, loved ones alike

Without a word, just be there.. like an angel

I wish I was an living angel

Have the power to save the world

Heal the sick, keep everyone from harm

I would do it all with a smile… as I passed your world, their world…

Alas, I’m not an angel, nor pretend to be

I’m just a human just like you are

My world passes your world on my way

To live my life… just as you do yours

I would jump in to help you if I saw you stumble

I would help you up if you fell

I would hold your hand if you cried

I would care for you, even if you are a stranger

I would cry, have cried for many of you

When something sad, bad has touched your life

My heart feels everything, it’s so big

It’s known such pain in its time

You are not alone, I am here

I can care for you with my heart

Watch your back, be ready to catch you

If you should fall… I’m not an angel, I just … care

In Memory Of Grandma Alma…


Made by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee… 2011… ‘I Love You’ heart….

In Memory Of Grandma Alma…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

She sat there looking off

Not seeing anything

Her mind was within

On her life, her world

She yawned big, closing her eyes

Felt the tears run down her cheeks

By God, I’m bored

She thought

Bored to tears… unmotivated

She wanted to do things

She wasn’t inspired by anything

It’s a sin to be this way

To waste all God has given you

She thought..

It’s a shame not to get up, do something

Move, talk, do things, to show appreciation

She sat there, yawned again

Tomorrow, there’s always ..tomorrow

I’m too tired, sleepy

To do anything… today

She yawned big, again

Laid her head on the back of her chair

She fell asleep

She did do something… she dreamt

That she could walk again

Just move again, do things again

She was paralyzed now

She dreamt in appreciation of life

She woke up when she heard a voice

I love you, Grandma

She smiled her beautiful smile

At the little girl standing near her chair

The little girl looked at her

Never knowing Grandma was different

That Grandma couldn’t walk, do things again

She knew Grandma could love… smile at her

Her Grandma was the best

She would fight for her

Her ammunition being a glass of ice water

Thrown at anyone who dared to hurt her

Grandma would hug her when no one liked her

Talk to her when no one else would

Grandma was always there

Sitting in that old, upholstered chair

Grandma was a fighter

Though sometimes, she cried

The little girl saw it all

Because no one thinks to hide ‘all’ from a little girl

The little girl is a big girl now

She still thinks of her Grandma… Grandma Alma

Sometimes, she gets tears in her eyes

She misses her Grandma Alma, after all these years

Rest in peace, Grandma Alma

God knows you never had peace in your life

I wish you love from my heart

To you in Heaven where I know you’ve gone

Love Your Granddaughter, ‘Faye’





I Wish We Could Play Now… With Our Paints Of Happy Colors!

I Wish We Could Play Now… With Our Paints Of Happy Colors!

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Two little girls playing in a makeshift playhouse.  One little girl is very thin, pretty.  Her hair has been plaited.  The other little girl is a little chubby, pretty girl.  Her hair is curly.

“Let’s make pies!”  the little girl with the plaited hair said.  She was the oldest, what she said usually was done.  The little chubby girl named Faye, was agreeable.  She was agreeable to most things.  She was happy to have someone play with her.

Faye, and the little slender girl, first cousins loved each other very much as children.  Time to time they would have a fuss, but, usually all would be alright again.

They tired of playing in the playhouse making pies.  They walked around in Grandma Alma and George’s yard trying to think of what to do next.

The grapevine!  They ran to the grapevine, crawled beneath the vines and sat in the middle where it was clear.  They could see out but, no one could really see in.

Faye, and her cousin sat there talking about all their secrets, their fears, life.  Their dreams of what they wanted when they… grew up.

They had been placed at Grandma Alma and George’s like all the children were when ‘thrown away’.  We were thrown to hell where Grandma Alma, George lived.  Grandma Alma, George were ‘angels’ trapped in hell.

Faye didn’t want her to go away.  She fear afraid inside.  Her little brother, Billy, had been taken away from her.  She wasn’t old enough to know what ‘Wisconsin‘ was, ‘why’ he was gone.  ‘Why’ their daddy had become …his daddy now.  She had no daddy no more…… she did know that her life was no longer the same.

She was in hell, though at the time she didn’t know it was called that.  Mean, bad things went on here…. just out of sight of Grandma Alma and George’s eyes (though George was blind)…..

There was real fear in her mind.  They had heard the grownups talk… her cousin, and her siblings were going to be leaving… where to, she didn’t know.

That was the last time Faye remembered sitting down to talk to her cousin…. under the grapevine, where they shared all their secrets, trusting and loving one another with their very hearts.

They wanted always to play with each other… but, soon she was gone.  No one thought Faye important enough to explain what had happened, ‘why’ her cousin was gone.  Through the years, this was another person Faye cried silently in her heart for.  Pain… Faye knew pain very well for a child.

In today’s time…. ‘Faye’ and her first cousin talk by phone now.  Both of them do artwork.  Painting, drawing …. playing in colors… happy colors.  They have said they wished they could play again, play long as they wanted to… play in their paints of happy colors…. always.

As much as they wish to… it isn’t possible.  Faye lives on the east coast, while Linda lives on the west coast.  Through time, they’ve been separated by distance…. but, Faye never forgot the time when they wanted to play together…. and still wishes now, that she could.  She never knew that her cousin grew up to share her love for drawing, painting… happy colors.

Oh, how Faye wishes she could play with her cousin ‘now’…. with their paints of happy colors!  :)))