prison poetry

I'd like to share one of the poems I've written with you.....

                                       "I Wait"

                I sit

                  I wait

                      I eat

                          I drink

                              I bathe

                                  I smile

                                       I cry

                                                ......I exist

                        I go through all the rituals of life.............

                        I am perfect, but I  am not perfected.

                        ......I wait for my lover to return.........

                                Until then, I only exist.........

                                 .......I wait.

                                                     Fran

    (I wrote this May 29, 2003.  That was 2 months after Jimmy was incarcerated..........I would sit on a park bench, and look at the trees, who became my friends........they were beautiful spring days, with blue skies and sunshine.....they were such beautifully perfect days!........And I would construct thoughts and poems in my mind like this one...........and it would take some of the lonliness and shame away , and shock of no longer having a husband at home, because now I was a prisoner's wife.......everything in nature seemed so beautiful and perfect, and yet there was one flaw of imperfection, and that was my life as a prisoner's wife..................I'm sure many of you can identify with this............the words, the poems, and my writing became my friend.........)