A warm feeling filled me
on reading the words she wrote
for me, written in her prison cell,
sent to me with love, with thanks
Touching me in ways
ways I cannot really explain
For coming into her life,
the life of her mother, her children
going before the courts, the agency
those who would stand in judgment
wag fingers, look down on them all
Take up her cause, fight for them
find a way through, to sanctuary
a new home with her
with her loving arms
ready and able to hold them
January 5, 2007 20:49, edited 22:13
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