Sigh of forgiveness to myself overcomes me, as I introduce myself to an online journal of my thoughts. A penny for my thoughts I ask myself.. Never thinking that my first journal entry would reflect on you being incarcerated. I struggle to wrap my head around this space place you’ve placed us in, because there is no ME WITHOUT YOU!!! Deep breaths are taken as I close my eyes and digress. My first book is supposed to speak to Z’s travels, like the book I read to you as a child, entitled “Gullivers Travel,” but again I digress. We are here, well you are away, in school as the old heads of my generation would say, when someone gets locked up. How do I, or should I wrap my head around this blessing that has overcome us. Yes a blessing, god protects babies, elders and fools. Funny I know… being a fool, a slave, a puppet to misfortune, unfortunate circumstances, products of our environment, molds of who wish to be but can’t because the noise in our ears are heavy we can’t feed, believe listen to our our thoughts. The peer pressure of fitting in, being accepted by few that care we aim to please.
A MOTHER WHO LOVES YOU LIKE NO OTHER❤️