LONELY SOULS

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted.....Psalm 34:18

Gregory Duane Brown

BORN: 3/16/1952
DIED: 5/16/2007

Gregory Duane Brown, 55, of South Charleston passed away on Wednesday, May 16, 2007.

Greg was born March 16, 1952, and grew up in South Charleston. He was a graduate of South Charleston High School and attended West Virginia State University.

Greg served in the U.S. Navy from 1972 to 1973 in the Asian Theatre of Operations. He was a member of the First Christian Church of Charleston. Over the years, he was employed at the Kanawha County Assessor's office, Trojan Steel, Union Carbide and Chemicals Corporation and various long-distance trucking companies.

He was a gifted artist and portrait painter, participating in a number of exhibitions and the Rhododendron Festival.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Gordon D. and Mary Frances Brown, both of South Charleston.

He is survived by his daughter, Tiffany Ann Brown, and his son, Gabriel C. Brown, both of South Charleston. Additional survivors include his sister, Ms. Julie Dail, and his brother, George Dewey Brown.

 

My dad in the navy

My Dad, Mom and me

My dad and me

Last picture taken of my dad, mom, Gabriel & Me - 2000

Last picture taken of my dad & me - 2000

Background on the following 2 poems

The following 2 poems were written sometime after I found out, in 2001, that my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer and was to go to the hospital for surgery. Unfortunately, because of some altercations that developed with my step-mom, I was forced to leave the hospital. I did not speak to him for several months afterwards. Then, it wasn't until about 2 years later that I spoke to him again. I do not remember the exact dates I wrote these, but they were written out of my feelings for my dad and what I wished I could've have told him.

The poem "Lonely Souls" that is on page one of my poetry pages was written the night after I came home from the hospital.

There's A Little Girl

I wrote this poem sometime in 2001. Unfortunately, I didn't write down the date.

THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL INSIDE OF ME
WHO WANTS TO KNOW
“WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?”
“WHY DID YOU HURT ME SO?”

THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL INSIDE OF ME
WHO MISSED THE WONDERFUL DAYS
WHEN YOU WOULD TAKE ME TO THE PARK
WITH YOU TO PLAY

THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL INSIDE OF ME
WHO WANTS TO KNOW WHY
“WHY DON’T YOU COME AND SEE ME ANYMORE?”
“WHY DO YOU HURT ME. WHY DO YOU MAKE ME CRY?”

THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL
WHO WANTS YOU TO KNOW
THAT YOU A HAVE A SPECIAL PERSON
WHO LOVES YOU SO

EVEN THOUGH
YOU’VE HURT ME SO MUCH
I WISH THAT I CAN GIVE
YOUR HEART A TOUCH

YOU ALSO HAVE A YOUNG MAN
WHO DOESN’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE
“WHY WON’T YOU GO SEE HIM TOO AND
LET HIM KNOW YOUR NOT FAR?”

I KNOW THAT SOON YOU WON’T BE HERE
BECAUSE OF YOUR CONDITION
BUT I HOPE YOU DO LET YOUR KIDS
KNOW THAT YOU LOVE AND MISS THEM

BY: TIFFANY BROWN

Inside of Me

Another poem I wrote about my dad in 2001. No official date.

INSIDE OF ME IS A LITTLE GIRL
WHO WANTS TO KNOW
WHY YOU LEFT AND HURT HER SO

SHE KNOWS THAT YOU DID
WHAT YOU THOUGHT WAS RIGHT
BUT SHE’S HURTING
AND STILL CRIES AT NIGHT

SHE KNOWS THAT YOU’RE SICK
AND CANT COME AROUND
ALL SHE WANTS YOU TO KNOW
IS THAT SHE’LL ALWAYS BE FOUND

SHE HAS A BROTHER
WHO WILL NEVER KNOW
WHY SHE HURTS SO MUCH
AND WHY SHE WONDERS SO

HE NEVER REALLY KNEW YOU
AND I THINK HE NEVER WILL
BUT IF YOU FEEL ANYTHING
IT’S NEVER TOO LATE TO LET HIM KNOW
YOU LOVE HIM STILL

THE LITTLE GIRL INSIDE OF ME
KNOWS HOW MUCH YOU STILL LOVE HER
AND HOPES YOU WON’T WAIT
TO TELL HER IN PERSON
BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE

BY TIFFANY BROWN

 

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