Smile ... At His Smile ... Smiling At Me
Smile ... At His Smile ... Smiling At Me
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Standing on the beach in the late evening
Two girls stood ... watching the waves wash ashore
Sea gulls sang as they flew above them
They could almost swear they heard them singing
Singing ... 'Tommy, come home ... Tommy come home'
They looked up as they strained to listen closer
One girl looked toward the water, saw a tall, blonde guy
Running, playing with a little blonde-headed boy
Laughing, squealing in delight ... she smiled at the sight
She nudged her friend to look; they exchanged a smile
What a beautiful thing to witness ... a father playing with his son
Laughing freely, being a little boy again ... they both ran happily
They watched as the big guy collapsed to the sand
They heard the sea gulls sing, 'Tommy, come home' ...
The little boy ran to his daddy, knelt to the ground
Began to shake his shoulder, saying ... "Daddy, get up ... get up"
"Daddy, get up ... come play with me"... the child began to cry
Tommy's spirit rose to the sea gulls' song, high in the air
The girls ran to help ... as they neared the big guy on the sand
The vision faded ... no one was there ... only the sea gulls still sang
They looked at each other in silence, tears in their eyes
They knew ... they'd seen something from the past that had happened
Happened in the very spot they stood looking at
Questions rose in their mind ... who, what, when?
Curiosity drove them to find out the next day ...
They found out that a big guy did, indeed ... collapse on the sand
Collapsed on the sand at Myrtle Beach, SC ... he was playing
Running, laughing with his little son
On May 29, 2010 on a late Saturday evening ...
A father arrived just in time to do something he looked forward to
He was going to play for the first time, with his son, at the beach
Tommy had been very excited, looking forward to this very moment
He made it just in time ... they ran, played with total abandon
Listening to the waves, letting the waves tickle their toes
They heard the sea gulls singing ... Tommy looked up
He thought he heard his name, he smiled at the sea gulls flying
"Come home, Tommy ... come home", the sea gulls sang
Tommy collapsed to the sand as the angels broke his fall
His little son ran to him, thinking he was playing
"Daddy, won't you get up ... come play with me"?
Tommy's spirit rose to meet the sea gulls that called to him
He looked down at his body lying on the sand, his son crying for him
Tommy had left a beautiful memory behind with his son
He had played with him, thought of him at his very last moment
When he died ... he died a beautiful way to leave a happy memory
So, his little son could grow up knowing he was very loved by his daddy
He left his mother with a special memory, also
She knew he'd thought of her at his last moments
She was two-hundred miles away ... he sent her photos from his phone
The phone slipped from his hand, fell to the sand
A man picked the phone up ... pressed 'redial' ... it dialed her number
His mother answered with a smile on her lips ... it was Tommy!
She didn't recognize the man's voice that spoke to her
Asked why did he have her son's phone?
Her world turned dark for three years; began to brighten once again
She accepted her son was gone, nothing she could do, could bring him back
She cries sometimes, she feels sad ... her heart aches for her son
She gets alright again ... until the next time
To her dying day, she'll never forget Tommy, nor let anyone else forget
He was a person who lived, breathed, talked ... everyone knew
Her son is like a book ... sitting on the shelf, never forgotten
Whenever someone takes time to read ... his memory lives always
Tommy went home that day ... he left a special memory behind
For his son to grow up with ... knowing he was loved by his daddy
Not only that ... I will agree with one thing people say ...
Tommy died a 'beautiful' death ... one we'd all hope for
I sit here ... thinking about Tommy, my son ... only child
I sit here ... writing my grief, my thoughts as I promised
I'm not crying today ... my thoughts are bittersweet
Sad, happy ... happy, sad ... everything is alright; I'm alright
I wonder how many people see the past relived there on the beach
At the very spot, Tommy, entered Heaven?
In my mind ... I think of the very place Tommy entered the door
I wonder if I will see it when I go one day to visit that spot on the sand?
See the door that Tommy entered ... to go to Heaven
I wonder if I could slip inside for a moment ... see his smiling face?
I would be very quiet, not make any noise ... I just want to see Tommy
Smile ... at his smile ... smiling ... at me
My son, Tommy Mitchell Sidden, died May 29, 2010 on a late Saturday evening. Tommy got there barely in time to play with his little son... when he had to leave again. He went to Heaven. The photo is of me, and my son, Tommy. Please look over the condition of the photo. Our house burned, we lost all ... I did have photos in an old suitcase... they survived the fire... but... so, many wet wet from the firemen's hose. I don't care, I treasure my photos. Story is true, owned by me Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee
Image Credit » Photo Credit: Photo is of myself and ... my son, Tommy. Owned by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee