Come in and take a seat, at long last we get to meet.
I know that you are here for committing a crime, so let's you and me do some time.
I've got some things I'd like to say, I will see you change from day to day.
The thoughts you will have, the things you will feel, I will be here for your every meal.
You will feel some sadness and you will feel alone at night, you will say "I wish that I were home," make the best of the time you've got, and let's hope that it's not a lot.
One day we will part, yes, you and me, that is the day they set you free.
I'm sure you want to know my name, it hasn't changed, it's still the same. We are both together in this man made hell.
Glad to meet you, I'm your prison cell.
Poem About A Prison Cell
My son has been sentenced to life for a crime he didn't do. Yes, I know you've heard this, but it's actually true. I've heard this from every attorney, the innocence project, everyone that...
The Cell
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2008 with permission of the Author.
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My son has been sentenced to life for a crime he didn't do. Yes, I know you've heard this, but it's actually true. I've heard this from every attorney, the innocence project, everyone that really knows him. I had an attorney tell me I hope you know everyone believes your son is innocent. My reply is, "And that's supposed to make me feel good how?" I don't know how he's done this day in and day out. I don't know how I do it being mom. I endure the same day in and out. I haven't been able to sleep in years. I can't sleep in the dark, afraid I'll go into a deep sleep and the nightmares will torture my very soul. I saw him today and we hugged, walked away, came back to hug some more, afraid that it will be the last time. My son is a Christian man and he will tell the story the exact way. He tells me, "Mom, I don't know why, but God has me here for a reason. I guess to minister to those around me." I say I guess so. He tells them his testimony. I tell God thy will be done. In his time, amen.