A tear-stained letter from Mama.
She can’t understand the drama.
She asks me to be kind, and a way to freedom find.
I wish I could for my Mama, avoid all this prison trauma.
She has such a gentle soul, it tears her up I know.
To see the life of her firstborn, seemingly lost, tattered and torn.
Torn between his life’s reality, and his heart’s sense of humanity.
The chilling fingers of hardening years, are but one of many fears.
My prayer is simply this, bring my mother happiness.
She is loving and did her best, it was me who failed that test.
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