I’m on the Brink of Being a Swinger!


I’m on the Brink of Being a Swinger …
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@grannygee

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I watched as the guy who has become our friend … build the frame on the back porch for the new swing another friend gave me for Mother’s Day.

He used 4×4’s, one for each side … one at the top. Sturdy bolts, chains, swing … it’s one of the nicest swings I’ve ever seen put up. I’m proud it’s ours.

He’s very good with anything he builds… he built a boat that is used on the ocean … a huge boat! The boat takes out fishing parties today.

I look forward to swinging … Skip and I.  Swinging, talking … relaxing on the summer evenings. I was thinking about the fall evenings, also. Even on winter evenings one could grab a little blanket, come sit on the porch to swing.  Back and forth, back and forth … soothing, comforting.  Nice!  Sort of like being rocked as a baby 🙂

I have the nicest swing of all times. It’s built well. We will get it painted in the future, add happy-colored cushions.  I’m thinking I’ll paint it a Italian sage green color.  I’ll paint the other porch furniture to match.

I’m ready to make the porch cozy, comfortable.  The swing is the perfect addition!  I’m on the brink of being a swinger! 🙂

All She Needed Was A Little Place To Put Herself…


All She Needed Was A Little Place To Put Herself…

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

 

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee…. at age 3

 

Skin burning on her little arms, legs

She looks down to see blood smeared everywhere

The bones in her little body felt almost… broken

 

Pain made her moan as she lifted herself off the floor

Mama!  Mama!  Mama, please help me, she cried out

Her mama wasn’t coming… no, not any time soon

 

Especially this very moment when someone abused her child

The little girl cried silently… she didn’t scream, cry aloud

She left the room, curses followed her out the door

 

She opened the front door, stepped outside

The sunshine blinded her… she closed her eyes

Her face stung from her own salty tears

 

The cement porch felt cool to her skin

As she sat down on it, her feet hanging off onto the step

She hung her head… nobody loves me, she thought

 

No matter where she went in this world of hers

She seemed to be in someone’s way

Where was her place… her place she could be at peace?

 

She knew where it was… no one ever noticed her there

Back into the house she went… she walked to the couch

The old, red vinyl couch that had a small space at the end

 

A small space in between it, and the old bookcase sitting there

The little girl slipped into it, sat on the floor

This was the only place she could sit, no one yell at her

 

This was the place she was safest at in her world

She reached for a book off the shelf, picked up her pencil

Sat there for the next hour, drawing on the white pages

 

The white pages at the front, back of the book

She dreamed of being a fashion designer

Just a child with big ideas… no one cared

 

This was her favorite spot at her Grandma Alma’s

Where no one bothered her… where she wasn’t in the way

All she needed was a little place to put herself

 

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Now, You ‘done gone and broke’ That Swing!


Now, You ‘done gone and broke’ That Swing!

By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee… as a child

 

Sitting in the old swing on the front porch

Several small children laughed as the wind blew in their face

The swing went higher, higher as their little legs pumped

 

Back, forwards they swung… their hearts sang with pure joy

They wanted to do this forever… swing to their heart’s content

What a happy, precious moment in time

 

The sun was shining, the birds chirping away

As that old swing creaked each time it swung back, forwards

Squeals, laughter… what a wonderful day it was

 

Until… the swing didn’t go forward again

Instead, it went flying through the air until…

With a crash, it hit the chaney ball tree in the yard

 

Squeals of joy turned into screams… laughter turned to tears

As each child was tossed here, there from the force

They got up from the ground, brushing sand from their clothes

 

The little children comforted each other

They didn’t understand what had happened

When that swing swung them to hell

 

Swung them high into the air, slammed them into the tree

They stood back, looking the swing over

The wood was broken in the middle where it struck the tree

 

They ran to tell someone about the swing breaking

Heard their grandfather roar… I told you not to swing so high

Now, you ‘done gone and broke’ that swing!

 

The children had stopped crying by now, began to grin

They loved to watch this gentle giant of a man

Who was blind…. lose his cool

 

They loved him with their hearts, he sure was funny

When he got mad…. he’d roar like a lion

The whole world could hear him

 

While they nudged each other, silently giggled up a storm

George never saw them as he could not see

He went out that front door… out to the chaney ball tree

 

Picked that swing up, took it to the shed

All the while fussing about the kids swinging too high

They didn’t listen… and ‘went and done it, anyway

 

A week later, a new… wooden swing was put up

The same little children were swinging in it

Laughing, squealing with joy… having a good time

 

This time, they didn’t swing so high

They didn’t want to crash again

Nor did they want to hear their grandfather roar…

 

Now, you ‘done gone and broke’ that swing!

 

 

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